The Catford Ram

pictures will follow...
went to Catford - on the double decker bus - that was Sunday night - I was relaxed (stupidly) and Geoff was anxious that he wouldn't be able to find his former place of work.

well - we found it - the haven from Catford, Lewisham, call it what you will, it was a tiny bit scary even in daylight.
we had a half pint (young's special) to celebrate and a wee chat with the barmaid who was a bit interested but not really. she was shocked to hear Geoff's stories of what used to be done with the beer slops and was firm about that NOT being the case any more...

on the way into the bar, and after, about three times, we were approached, at first softly, but then with increasing vigour and potential aggression by a clapped out druggy who wanted 20p. we meanly declined and jogged off down the road in search of a bus for greenwich.
i have to say that greenwich is a nice middle class kind of place. The general locale of the catford ram is verging on scary. we saw a guy dressed like a pimp - just use your stereotypical imagination drinking from a bottle in a paper bag - i think i've already mentioned the strung out beggar - and i'd have to say that even the honest citizens of the neighhourhood weren't in great shape.

suffice to say, we did not extend the visit to try and rediscover geof'f's former flat.
all's well that ends well (as someone may have observed in the past) and that's all there really is to say about that.