25 Jun 2026
Last and actually by some means least, the Angerstein Hotel. Odd place with faux flowers adorning the bar, beer garden and was quite well lit. Kisses and cuddles resolved previous arguments and the Herts boys waved their goodbyes. The liberal elite of London stayed for more beers and shots of tequila rose. We tried a social club round the corner but were too late. That was Charlton.