I hate to take Andy up on a point of pedantry ... er, sorry, I mean London geography. But the thing is, you see, MLCMan, that the Marquis of Granby is not in the Square Mile.
It's not even a near miss like your mispositioning of a pub onto the wrong side of Oxford Street. It's the wrong side of the River Fleet and then the entire length of the Strand further away from the City of London.
By the way, I've spent a fair few happy times in the Granby myself, as have quite a few others I know. There is even an AIM-listed oil company called Granby, as ample proof. As I recall, the pub is often filled with beautiful orchestral types fresh from playing at Covent Garden.
Speaking of Covent Garden, rock stars and pubs, and apropos to nothing else very much, has anyone else read 'Stories We Could Tell', just out by Tony Parsons ? Having accused Mick of mimicing (should that be Mickiming?) Parsons' Greenwich youth recently, I reasoned I had to make the effort with this one when I saw it in Waterstone's recently. The novel is a thought-provoking account of writing for the NME (and of large amounts of substance abuse) in the late 70s. Marginally outside my own time and experience, but obligatory reading for Andy's generation, I would think.
On a much more desperate musical note, and courtesy of a devoted 80s chick in our family, I am greatly looking forward to seeing A-ha at Guilfest this Saturday. Bit of a sad comedown from my last rock concert - U2 at Basel in 1987 on The Joshua Tree tour (sigh - surely she could at least have arranged for us to see Billy Idol on the Sunday instead ... ?).
July. Just July.
