After my sort-of scientific test yielded some interesting results, I hit up a psychopharmacologist for an explanation.
Photographer Jake Lewis cycled around London last night, photographing people and their pints.
You can still "go for a pint" from tomorrow... theoretically.
The endless summer; the World Cup; the millions of pints. In 2018, we went more "Town" than ever before.
Knives and alcohol are being sold to children in London.
Not pedantic at all.
You're going to really fuck the next four days up, aren't you?
The Beer Quality Report from pub inspectors Cask Marque has exposed the establishments serving pints from unclean draught beer machines.
People seem to love it in their lattes, so maybe they'd also like it in their pints and kebabs?
Billericay, St. Albans, Sevenoaks, Slough—which is the best for the capital's movers and shakers to get to and from?