Smithy and I finally made it to The St. George's in Belgrave Street last Tuesday. Not mentioned in NL, but the pub in which I.N. spent his last days in the early eighties, according to web sources, and it seems likely. A very *Very* ordinary pub which gets entirely under your skin. The most mixed clientele I've ever encountered, all rubbing along together in a way entirely unlike England, let alone London. Beguiling - irresistable. You may turn up and not get it. Tant Pis. The same web sources assume a disillusioned and marginalised Nairn; as I didn't know him it's impossible for me to comment, but I dunno... maybe he decided to stop shouting against the crap and let it drown all, but disillusioned? I can't see it. He had the St. Georges, and *London Beer*.
