Despite BOJO being accused of lying to The Queen, it does not appear to have adversely affected Londoners. Sharing the Northern Line service to Balham "Gateway to the South", commuters appeared to be more interested in YouTube, games and social media than the imminent descent into post Brexit armageddon. Maybe, as the popular press would have it, Brits have "simply given up caring and just want it over with" (dreadful grammar but I am quoting paid journalists).
The millennium crowd at popular drinking hole The Bedford couldn't care less about Brexit , if last night's crowd is a fair representation. They were only interested in loudly chatting up the opposite sex (perhaps The Bedford isn't favoured by the LGBTQ community) and getting one in ~ beverages that is. We made our delightful waitress (I shall call her Jo) pine for Sydney's Eastern suburbs where she once resided. The Commonwealth Bank is the lesser for not supporting her visa extension. Jo, ascertaining our senior status, guided we four to a distant corner table far from the raucous crowd in the front bar who couldn't care less.
Seated under prominent portraits of George Harrison in his psychedelic phase and Mick Jagger applying lipstick to the altered Turner from "Performance", Jo tempted us with the Bedford's dinner specials after taking our drinks order ~ two pints of Camden Hells lager and a carafe of pinot grigio (none of this Greek half kilo EU nonsense). The groovy decor guaranteed to please assembled baby boomers, was having its effect. "Some people think that's Frank Zappa" said Jo. "Rubbish" we cried "That's from The White Album!". Oh dear, baby boomers do love to show off.
Chris and I ordered the crisp fish and chips with mushy peas, Paulette the calamari and Kim the meatballs with piquant sauce. Excellent! There's no getting around it, the Pom's know how to do pub food. "Would you like to see the pudding selections?" Jo asked. "I apologise for rushing you, only the kitchen is shutting soon." "No, no, just coffee please, and do you have white Sambucca?."
Feeling the effects of a day traversing the Continent, we made our way out of the still heaving pub and headed in the direction of Bedfordshire.