Another loverly rainy day in London, had to stay in my local 'The Three Kings of Clerkenwell,
17c something although some say 15c.
The cellar wall caved in once and a load of Nun's skeletons fell out.
Always a log fire and walls covered in interesting stuff, in the cellar they have a 4ft head of Akhenaten.
I was avoiding the rain, rabbiting and drinking they gave me a choice of brolly's to wend my way home.
I was informed that there is even a Three Kings 'stained glass window in the Church opposite St James, the pub being older than the church.
Back home, heating to the max, Brutus curled up on the sofa and a bottle of chilled Guy Saget Pouilly-Fume Waitrose £16.75.
On't telly, Journey to the Center of the Earth 1959, I was 10 and can still remember all their names,
it's one of my reasons for my life of *adventurism. (look it up)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0052948/?ref_=nv_sr_2 .............
