London Crawlin'

Am progressively trying to downsize my blogs (the most recent offender probably being the Six Nations piece, which the lads had crassly redubbed I've Got a Boner for Bono). So this one will be pretty short, and perhaps even a little sweet.

But first, some props to the peeps: to Aradhna, the best banana-bread-baker this side of Mr Kipling; to Lucie D, your alphabetical disco parties are second to none; and lastly, but (and I cannot stress enough) by no means leastly, to the enigmatic rapper known as Biggy-P, who taught me all I know about life, the universe and everything. Peace out.

So to business: this week I decided to flex my writing muscles and attempt a spot of songsmithery (albeit with a little help from joe strummer and mick jones). Behold, my humble ode to boozing across merry old Landaan:

London Crawlin' (Strummer, Jones, O'Brendan)

London crawlin to the multiple bars
Get the last tube, I will in me arse,
London crawlin to Islington,
Come outta The Alwyn, down that Heineken,
London crawlin down St Martins Lane,
The price of Mojitos is feckin insane,
London crawlin see we aint got much cash,
Who said minesweeping was a thing of the past...

CHORUS
The hangover’s coming, sunlight’s creepin in
Headache expected, pass the as-pirin;
The morning is wasted, tis early afternoon,
But London crawlin, I’ll be back in the pub soon

London crawlin out to the West End,
No trainers allowed, only shoes my friend,
London crawlin past the zombies of weed,
Beer’s the way forward, as is ale and mead,
London crawlin- and I don’t wanna shout,
But while we were drinking I saw you passing out,
London crawlin, now the pub’s are all closed,
Except that bar slash kebab shop on chalk farm road...

CHORUS X2
The hangover’s coming, sunlight’s creepin’ in
The morning is wasted, pass the aspirin;
Bodyclock’s knackered, it’s early afternoon,
But London’s for crawlin I’ll be back in the pub soon

Now get this:
London crawlin to the Boogaloo,
The Mixer, the Fullback, and the Church too,
London crawlin all over Clapham,
The first tube home, sounds more of a plan...

I never felt so much alive, ali-(hic), ali-(hic)...