Despite being in the big smoke, pubs with strong characters can sometimes be tricky to source. So imagine the collective rapture when we happened upon the Nelson's Head just off Hackney Road last Sunday.
A house pug named Lydia, the fattiest dead bits of pig pub food in the world ever, wifebeater and Kate Bush on the juke box. It was only after one of the patrons tipped me the wink on the way in that I realised it was yet another gay hotspot that we'd stumbled across. My social circle is currently revolving like a fly around a fist. Almost too strong...
Tude
Instant death
Boy
Young love
