The Hudson Bay, Stratford, London   Leave a comment


The run past bomb sites a little over 70 years old wasn’t really taking its toll, but I wanted a beer anyway and zipped into the Hudson Bay to get one.  One of the choices hearkened back to the immediate previous Cow-based version of the A-to-Z runs, so I rounded it up and herded it out to the corral out back.



It was a local crowd out there: cockneys, Poles, Rastamen, Sikhs…a melting pot of the non-teetotal cross-section of the buurt.  The Russian girls near me had a table full of empty glassware and were talking shit — in English — about their boyfriends between rounds; while one or the other was back to the bar for another cocktail, the remaining one would get on the phone and talk their native shit to someone else.  I got the feeling that English was their lingua franca, and that on the phone they might be talking about each other.




Posted August 7, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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