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Okay folks, let's be proper British and start in a pub. When you live in a polluted built up metropolis like Good Old London you just can't help it - you frequently find yourself dreaming and wistfully longing to be sitting in little country gardens. So, imagine my delight at finding just such a one a short stroll from where I live. And with a pub attached to it. Could it get any better? Yes, indeedy, tucked behind our world famous Sadler's Wells Ballet Theatre on Rosebery Avenue is a quiet street with a few cutesy bijou boutiques and one other pub even...(I'll give this other pub it's own special blog posting anon!) The SHAKESPEARE'S HEAD. I love it. Tucked away in this sweet garden, bees buzzing, sun shining, trees sprinkling me with blossom confetti, I could be in any little hamlet in the home counties. But Halleilluia, thank Jaysus I'm not. Can't think of anything more sinister.  I've got the whole of London at my elbow and all this aswell.

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