Around London in 80 days
In these uncertain times, I need a lifeline and a horizon so I have — somewhat arbitrarily I’ll admit — set a date. April 1st will be my horizon ; my lifeline will be the 80 days separating me from it.
And as I cannot go around the world right now, I give you A Mad Belgian’s “Around London in 80 Days” : eighty impressions of London, eighty stories, places, thoughts from my experience of this wonderfully mad and maddening city.
Day 58: Whiskey Mick
A busy Kentish Town pub. Good beer, good people… and good music! It’s Thursday night, you see, so in the corner, a large table is booked for Whiskey Mick & his crowd.
Whiskey Mick is a legend, everyone agrees on that. A proper cockney geezer of Irish descent with a big smile and a warm heart. Every day of the week, he travels through town, bringing pubs and people to life, turning London into a village. All he needs is a mandolin and a pint of Guinness —and later on, perhaps, a whiskey (with an “e”) or two.
With a brain full of song lyrics and enough energy to sing you through the night, Mick, or “Whiskey” as he’s known though town, is the sweetest man you’ll ever meet. But don’t give him brandy, he says, never give him brandy.
Whiskey Mick sings songs from the heart and wherever he goes, fellow musicians follow. They sing and play and laugh and drink and all is right with the world for the night.
So come along next time, join your voice to ours. It’s all we’ve got in this world in the end: music, love, booze, hugs and friends.