By Phil Mellows A couple of decades ago, most lunchtimes you’d have found me under a flyover in Croydon that funnels the traffic towards east Cheam, in a secluded suburban nook called the Royal Standard. And I’d be holding a pint of cask Chiswick Bitter.
Aim high, shoot low
Aim high, shoot low
Aim high, shoot low
By Phil Mellows A couple of decades ago, most lunchtimes you’d have found me under a flyover in Croydon that funnels the traffic towards east Cheam, in a secluded suburban nook called the Royal Standard. And I’d be holding a pint of cask Chiswick Bitter.