Cruel Comedy, a double bill of short plays by Octave Mirbeau will be playing at the Great Northern Railway Tavern on Friday 8th July at 6 p.m., on Saturday 9th July at 2 p.m. and 6 p.m., and on Sunday 10th July at 6 p.m.
A brief post with the file for the script of 'A Soldier's Song'. Feedback would be welcome!
The approach of summer means that it will soon be time for the Crouch End Festival once more. This year I’m producing an adapted play amongst a trio of short original works by members of the Crouch End Players to be performed once more (we hope!) at the Great Northern Railway Tavern. The piece I’ve…
This simple meal was just what I needed after a bacchanalian weekend. Recommended.
Our final day in Frankfurt and we were looking for somewhere near the station. But not too near, since on arriving two days previously we'd seen a feller have his head caved in with a beer bottle before receiving a floor-based kicking from two fellow drunks/drug addicts. I don't need to go on holiday to see that, I get plenty at Manor House already.
To round things off perfectly the schnapps and gin arrived with the bill, as requested, but no tonic. Could we have the tonic please. The tonic? Yes, the tonic for the gin and tonic. Tonic?! Ready to settle the bill our server insisted on taking it back and adding the tonic to an already fairly substantial sum. On a less relaxed afternoon it might have felt like an insult but on this occasion we just coughed up and left.
In Frankfurt for the weekend we were ravenous after leaving the train and in no mood to wander far to find some food so the Black Chicken was chosen purely for its proximity to the hotel. Set off Frankfurt’s main shopping street it was a good spot to dine on the terrace and we joined…
And this inspired doggy art of a Mrs PigWoof lying bloody-gutted from a running over (with tennis ball pre-stomach and ready swallowed) on this side of the table, while on the other side there was a more psychedelic beast, multi-coloured and fizzing energy. We
And thanks to the waiter who then also brought us a bonus Limoncello each, which we wolfed down before going on the hunt for more random ancestor-related properties (them) and a comfortable bench in the V&A to prepare for staying awake in the cinema (me).
At 25 quid a head including service (which was excellent) Umut is the best value I've had on Green Lanes recently and well worth considering for a future post-snooker scoffage.
Another weekend another random suburb of London.
The service was charm itself and the room just as functional as you'd want from a pit stop pizzeria. Prices showed that K Town has slid nearer to Primrose Hill than it used to be so we retired to the Park Tavern for post-food relaxation and proper north London prices.
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