Camden Town

Well I had my first case of being denied entry to a pub last night, for improper dress. Karl and I had ventured to camden town looking for a nice place to have a drink and catch up. Karl was also in the market to buy a belt, but thats another story. Once the attempt to buy a belt had failed (it was 9pm) we started looking for a pub. We went upto the first one we saw.


The bouncer politely told us we didn't meet their dress code. After we both looked down and saw we had shoes and and button up shirts on, we gave a confused look. Apparently it was goth and alternative only and we weren't welcome. From the outside it just looked like a typical english pub.


So eventually we found somewhere that wasn't obnoxiously loud, we were allowed into, and had beer. It was called "The Good Mixer". I forget which english beer I had, but it was exactly how Karl had described it, like a milkshake - very smooth and creamy, but quite pleasent despite that.


Just after midnight we called it a night because we were all scared of the underground closing and being caught in camden town rather than our respective places that we were meant to be. It was probably a good time, because any later and I would have missed my last tube line. Though at least this time I wasn't falling asleep every second station like my first late night tube adventure.


Well its been over a week since I left melbourne. I'm really pretty settled into the nomadic thing. I'm trying to plan where to go in the uk after I get back from Jersey. I have a week to go somewhere before we start renting the house in cambridge.