Jesus Christ, London is expensive, let me tell you. The Good Doctor and I have been checking out the sites of some clubs and bars to visit on our upcoming London trip — only to find that entry fees vary from £15 to £25. That’s just insane. Makes me wonder how the fuck people manage to survive there! Doesn’t matter if the club/bar in question serves jazz, or rock, or Irish folk of spunk or punk. We did however find a reasonably priced club down in Brixton that appears to have some cool live jazz on their late-nite menu. Either that, or it’s a cunning ploy to rob us of our money once we get off the tube.
If you don’t hear from me next Monday, feel free to dial the emergency services, and have them know we were last spotted at Brixton Station…
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Have you emailed our spy in Croyden, Surry, and asked him his thoughts on reasonably priced entertainment? Maybe meet with him as you’ll be that close?
Naturally! Our Croyden spy had several valuable tips.
With some of the places he recommended it was a matter of luck (or bad luck in our case) to be “at the right place at the right time” – when there’s a good band playing, that is.