London's most charming meat market
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I received this pic quite some time ago and forgot about it completely. It was taken at The Redback Tavern - arguably London's greatest meat market - somewhere in the region of Chiswick and Acton. All I know is it is next to a police station. The very same police station that The Rugby Player/Model and I foolishly urinated against which resulted in our subsequent arrest and full night in a jail cell (Mum, I think it's time you knew this). I couldn't believe it was actually happening and remember explaining to them that I was a Senior Corporal in the cadet corps at school and was therefore also part of "The Force" and should be exempt from any hard time. To no avail...

Anyway...

Charming

Our digs, dubbed "The Blue", on Bollo Lane in Chiswick (opposite Bollo House restaurant and pub) was conveniently located about 3km down the road from The Redback. After a number of weekly visits to the meat market, we became seasoned professionals and sometimes wouldn't even bother going to the place - but still managed to maximise the potential of fairer patrons (including that psycho who was obsessed with Michael Schumacher and honestly believed I was him).

What we would do is go out to finer London establishments, such as The Metbar (I had the same name as one of the members who never went there and we spent two years hanging around the likes of Liam, Marilyn, Moss, Spacey etc. - nothing short of hilarious) and, just before 1am we would get a cab back to "The Blue," get in our 19God-knows-what automatic Peugeot and scoot down the road to The Redback Tavern. At 1am on the dot the bouncers would empty out the entire establishment onto the street and pavement. That is when we would saunter from around the corner and pretend to be a part of the gathering that had been thrown out.

"I can't believe it's over!" we would moan to groups of girls.

"I know! We were having such a good time!" the various poms, ozzies, kiwis and saffers would respond.

And that is when we would deliver what I think was a stroke of genius...

"So are you girls going to the after party?"

"WHAT AFTER PARTY??!!!" they would shriek.

"It's down the road! We're definitely going. Don't worry about an invite -= we know the guys! Get in the kaa and we'll take you there!"

That's when we would pump a call through to The Silent Assassin for him to get some music ready aysap.

And it worked! Like clockwork! Classic stuff!

Aaaah..... good times.
 

Seth Rotherham
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