Jimmy Boozers' Story

If your in Whitechapel, nip into the Blind Beggar, a notorious spot famous as the location of a Ronald Kray murder, get a photo, then move on. In between Whitechapel and Shadwell lies The Hungerford Arms. It's 5 o'clock on a Sunday. Optimal dirty boozing observation time.

When you walk in a sign stairs you in the face with the pint prices. Fuck me it's cheap. Everything less that £4.00!

Guinness £3.50
Lager (Carlsberg) £3.30. Upgrade to a Kronenburg for £3.80.
Quality.

I've just sat down when a big lad walks in, looking quite shifty. He goes around asking people "want any meat or cheese?". Fuck me that's a new one. Meat and cheese? I initially assumed that was code for some sort of controlled substances. But then the big man starts whipping out sirloin steaks and packs of cheddar, hoisted from deep inside his jacket. Fantastic.

The capability is there for the football but boxing is on just now. BT Sport. I reckon it would be lively for a big game. There is a pool table as well if that's your vibe. Not for me I'm sitting and observing.

Some lad walks in, pissed, tries to order a drink but is rude to the bar lady. She tells him to fuck off. So he does. Quality. Got a lot of time for that. She doesn't take any shit. Dirty Boozer.

The local Irishman can't sit down. Think he's from Cork or something because no one can understand him. Just noises. A few grunts. He's up and down like a yo-yo. Playing pool. Hitting the juke box hard. Wild Rover. Fields of Athanry. Finishing with Dirty Old Town... fitting. 

Summary
Quality