Beagle London
“You’re in Hoxton of a Thursday evening. It’s time for dinner. One of two things is probably true: either you’re a hipster, so you don’t eat, or you’re in a Vietnamese restaurant, disappointed that you couldn’t bring your own booze…”
“You’re in Hoxton of a Thursday evening. It’s time for dinner. One of two things is probably true: either you’re a hipster, so you don’t eat, or you’re in a Vietnamese restaurant, disappointed that you couldn’t bring your own booze…”
“How’s the meat situation?” – This enigmatic question was graffitied onto a work top at my old university and is, bizarrely, permanently etched in my mind.
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