From the dire Queens Arms, a taxi to Camden. I've now relaxed into Andy's flash ways. It was a regular black cab rather than an Uber, and it took us to The Spread Eagle in Camden. I picked this one from memory, a pub we used to go in back in the day. It was OK in there, but we didn't see any famous Camden scenesters, is that not a thing any more? I know someone who saw Morrissey in this pub.
We spoke to an English folk band in there, but I don't think we said anything sensible or learned anything new.
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