sock_tag
Chilli and chips and a steaming mug of tea.
Reggie_Perrin
Spaghetti and cod tossed with chilli, corianda and lime dressing. Beautiful.
fulmine
Steaming bowl of pene amatriciana.
gorefidel
gorefidel wrote:Thai noodles with spinach and chilli/oil and a bottle of green tea.
Are really very nice. Again
Reggie_Perrin
Two toasted pittas filled with ham, garlic sausage and piccalilli. Large glass of cold corporation pop.
fulmine
Saltimbocca. And a custard tart. From Bruno's on Wardour Street. Last decent caff in Soho.
albert_herbert_hawkins
Arrh, Wardour street. I used to drink Newcastle Brown in the Blue Posts at the top of berwick street market, often a prelude to a trip to the Verde Valley down Wardour Street for what was probably very average Italian but seemed oh so sophisticated at the time. Often such evenings would end in the office of Tony Anscome at cine Lingual, a film post production legend and great raconteur, he taught me as much about relationship management in business as I've learnt since. Brandy would be drunk as Tony held caught and somewhere in the wee small hoursTony would be sending people home by cab on his account. At the time it was his boast that moats days of the week there was something on the TV his studios had mixed, he wasn't wrong in this at the time.Anyway, lunch today was sausage pasta courtesy of M&S, there's one bang opposite the office in Central HK.
fulmine
Not been in the Blue Posts for ages. Always used to be a decent boozer, especially when the Dog & Duck got a fresh lick of paint, new windows and promptly turned a bit crap. Nearly fell over a film set on Berwick Street on my way out of Bruno's. I'm guessing/hoping all that old film industry Wardour Street is still there, little offices on the top of dusty staircases.
albert_herbert_hawkins
When we're you there Fulmine? Do you remember the alchoholic film editor with the Chinese bird assistant, had cutting rooms across the the road, Mike the bar man with huge glasses, big Jim Carew, Aad and sandy, the Carlisle Video lot, terry Cavagin and Keith Quirk and the other retrobates from YTV running amok on expenses, Brian Sweetmen, Squeaky the accountant from Warner music - never knew his real name!I was there or there abouts from 84 through 94, happy days. Started as a runner at nineteen, third day i got propositioned by a brass at 08:30 in the morning on the way to work through Walkers court. They soon got you marked as another Soho worker and left you alone though, still scared my bollocks up to my chin at the time. Been back since but it's slowly been dying since the late nineties. The bit over by Golden square and Liberty is still alright, don't venture over to wardour, Berwick or Dean Streets much anymore.
fulmine
I spent about six months working in the film business in the mid-1990s, just after you left, by the sounds of it. I had a great time, running around Wardour Street, always used to make me laugh, because I always used to think, this would be great in my autobiography, y'know, in my twenties, knocking about with these stars. But it would always be Stefan Denis or that bloke from Bread... Ha! You could just about feel the ghosts of old Soho then, still characters knocking around and decent drinking holes. What was that one with the green door... bottom end of Greek Street, I think. A members' bar, bit theatreland... We used to go in the Maltese Social Club as well. Bloody hell. Some brilliantly mad old bloke called Mario who used to belt out Sinatra numbers.
albert_herbert_hawkins
[quote=fulmine]I spent about six months working in the film business in the mid-1990s, just after you left, by the sounds of it. I had a great time, running around Wardour Street, always used to make me laugh, because I always used to think, this would be great in my autobiography, y'know, in my twenties, knocking about with these stars. But it would always be Stefan Denis or that bloke from Bread... Ha! You could just about feel the ghosts of old Soho then, still characters knocking around and decent drinking holes. What was that one with the green door... bottom end of Greek Street, I think. A members' bar, bit theatreland... We used to go in the Maltese Social Club as well. Bloody hell. Some brilliantly mad old bloke called Mario who used to belt out Sinatra numbers.[/quote]Don't know the green door place or maybe can't place it sober... :D used to cross Oxford street to the Spanish tapass bars after hours back then, you could always get a drink up there after booting out time generally with no bother, a staple of some of the editors I knew. Took the wife's half American mate and here septic fiancée up to one of those in early millennium one Sunday night. It had already been a trying day for a lad from Columbus Ohio who'd never been outside the US. Trafalger Square had been overun by American flag burning anti gulf war two protesters when they visited ther in the afternoon. Mrs AHH arranged for us to meet them in old Compton street wher he was treated to the sight of a couple of gay blokes kissing. We rocked up at the Spanish bar after kicking out time at the pub to to find the Communistas in red shirts decked with hammer and sickle celebrating May Day. I've always had a vision of him landing back in Columbus and been asked if he had anything to declare and doing the "Snatch" line "yeah don't go to England"
gorefidel
fulmine wrote:I spent about six months working in the film business in the mid-1990s, just after you left, by the sounds of it. I had a great time, running around Wardour Street, always used to make me laugh, because I always used to think, this would be great in my autobiography, y'know, in my twenties, knocking about with these stars. But it would always be Stefan Denis or that bloke from Bread... Ha! You could just about feel the ghosts of old Soho then, still characters knocking around and decent drinking holes. What was that one with the green door... bottom end of Greek Street, I think. A members' bar, bit theatreland... We used to go in the Maltese Social Club as well. Bloody hell. Some brilliantly mad old bloke called Mario who used to belt out Sinatra numbers.
Was the Maltese club a cafe as well, down some stairs at the Old Compton St end on the left as you looked towards OCS?
fulmine
Bradleys, Bar Sevilla and D'oro, or something I think it was called. Then back over to Bar Sevilla for Troy's, upstairs.
fulmine
gorefidel wrote:fulmine wrote:I spent about six months working in the film business in the mid-1990s, just after you left, by the sounds of it. I had a great time, running around Wardour Street, always used to make me laugh, because I always used to think, this would be great in my autobiography, y'know, in my twenties, knocking about with these stars. But it would always be Stefan Denis or that bloke from Bread... Ha! You could just about feel the ghosts of old Soho then, still characters knocking around and decent drinking holes. What was that one with the green door... bottom end of Greek Street, I think. A members' bar, bit theatreland... We used to go in the Maltese Social Club as well. Bloody hell. Some brilliantly mad old bloke called Mario who used to belt out Sinatra numbers.
Was the Maltese club a cafe as well, down some stairs at the Old Compton St end on the left as you looked towards OCS?
Yes, that's the place, just a door or two down from Bar Italia. Was in there one night and this bloke was complaining to me because the night before some character had said to him "feel the weight of this shooter, go on, pick it up", "so, I did. My prints are all over that fucking gun!!" The stuff of Guy Ritchie's wet dreams.
gorefidel
fulmine wrote:Bradleys, Bar Sevilla and D'oro, or something I think it was called. Then back over to Bar Sevilla for Troy's, upstairs.
This was called Jimmy's and now I come to think about it, it was Greek not Maltese :o
fulmine
gorefidel wrote:fulmine wrote:Bradleys, Bar Sevilla and D'oro, or something I think it was called. Then back over to Bar Sevilla for Troy's, upstairs.
This was called Jimmy's and now I come to think about it, it was Greek not Maltese :o
Isn't that next door, though? There was Minty's as well. And the one under the dirty mag shop with the strips of plastic in the doorway.
gorefidel
fulmine wrote:gorefidel wrote:fulmine wrote:Bradleys, Bar Sevilla and D'oro, or something I think it was called. Then back over to Bar Sevilla for Troy's, upstairs.
This was called Jimmy's and now I come to think about it, it was Greek not Maltese :o
Isn't that next door, though? There was Minty's as well. And the one under the dirty mag shop with the strips of plastic in the doorway.
:D yes it is. I used to remember going and starting off with some food in Jimmy's at lunch time, but never really getting home. for some reason.
fulmine
Really fancy going out and getting shitfaced now. :lol:
spacecadetdave
Home made monster burger on rocket and cheese topped with a huge dollop of left over chilli from yesterday.In this round of Dave versus Food.... Dave won.
Cutsyke
Really fancy going out and getting shitfaced now. lolMe too but I have to pick the kids up from school.This film stuff sounds ace, tell us more.And I had an omelette for dinner.