The rock'n roll Tsar and other stories....

I, along with a few other people, got persuaded by Sam to go to 'the Marathon' in Chalk Farm at midnight last night. Well... now and then, just when you think you've seen everything, you will run into something like this. This is simply a kebab shop where they sell booze until very late (how did they get an alcohol licence.. let alone a late night licence?), full of assorted Camden nocturnal fauna, a den of shouting and pushing with people eating kebabs, shouting over the counter or across the room... and, in the back room, a French rockabilly belting out 50's rock'n roll playing a battered old Stratocaster guitar. A yellowing poster on the wall proclaimed the fame of the 'Rock'n Roll Tsar', with a long list of famous people that had come to some somewhat dodgy North London kebab shop to see him play or play with him. All amidst the noise, the tramps outside asking you for spare change to buy a drink (full points for honesty), the general decor and furniture that wouldn't have been out of place in a side-of-the-road bar in the most run down part of Venezuela, the frying smells...

The rock'n roll Tsar and other stories....

I, along with a few other people, got persuaded by Sam to go to 'the Marathon' in Chalk Farm at midnight last night. Well... now and then, just when you think you've seen everything, you will run into something like this. This is simply a kebab shop where they sell booze until very late (how did they get an alcohol licence.. let alone a late night licence?), full of assorted Camden nocturnal fauna, a den of shouting and pushing with people eating kebabs, shouting over the counter or across the room... and, in the back room, a French rockabilly belting out 50's rock'n roll playing a battered old Stratocaster guitar. A yellowing poster on the wall proclaimed the fame of the 'Rock'n Roll Tsar', with a long list of famous people that had come to some somewhat dodgy North London kebab shop to see him play or play with him. All amidst the noise, the tramps outside asking you for spare change to buy a drink (full points for honesty), the general decor and furniture that wouldn't have been out of place in a side-of-the-road bar in the most run down part of Venezuela, the frying smells...

ah, yes, another one...

...Happy Birthday, unprefixedabbie!!!

ah, yes, another one...

...Happy Birthday, unprefixedabbie!!!