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https://i0.wp.com/boakandbailey.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/london_spy_1971_edition.jpg?resize=650%2C650This* discreet guide to the city’s pleasures’ naturally contains lots of details on pubs and beer, not only in the section on drinking but also scattered throughout.It was edited by Robert Allen and Quentin Guirdham and was a follow up to a 1966 edition edited by Hunter Davies with the slightly different title of*The New London Spy,*which we wrote about*years ago (http://boakandbailey.com/2008/09/london-pubs-in-the-1960s/).
In general, the 1971 edition is more sex-obsessed than the 1966 and, by modern standards, pretty obnoxious in places. There’s an entire chapter advising blokes on how to*‘pull’, for example, which is supposed to be cheeky but now just reads as incredibly creepy. Conning your way into halls of residence for young women and stalking around the corridors harassing anyone you bump into is one particularly sociopathic suggestion. There are fewer contributors than in 1966 but some big names still appear, not least Sir John Betjeman and Bruce Chatwin (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruce_Chatwin).
Anyway, let’s dive in.
‘Drinking’The 1966 edition has section on pubs which somehow avoids mentioning beer altogether. By 1971, though, things had changed. *The Society for the Preservation of Beers from the Wood (SPBW) was well underway and the Campaign for Real Ale was just wriggling into life. There was something in the air, in other words, which perhaps explains this very CAMRA-esque passage:

It is still possible to get good beer in London. Two independent breweries are left, Young’s and Fuller’s, and while beers from the large nationwide chains are deteriorating, some of them still produce good prestige beers like Worthington E and Whitbread’s Britannia. The trouble with most bitters is simply their ordinariness, they get closer each day to the classless beer, hygienically brewed, massively advertised, and as tasteless as the fizzy concoction of the rest of the world, laughingly known as lager.
It’s good to add*‘prestige beer’ to the list of euphemisms employed over the years for The Beer We Drink And They Don’t, along with premium, craft, boutique, designer and all the other favourites. There’s a bit more info on Britannia, originally brewed for the pub of the same name, here (http://boakandbailey.com/2014/06/britannia-brussels-1958/).
The author goes on to summarise the situation which gave rise to CAMRA:

The search for a good pub is now no longer based on atmosphere, but on the quality of its beer. This is quite sensible, for the pubs with the best atmosphere are those where knowledgeable drinkers drink. Atmosphere was always a doubtful criterion, since its quality can only be appreciated in time, and those pubs with one obtrusive enough to be noted at once tend to superficial or pretentious. What good drinker anyway cares for the surroundings that mist before him as he savours the tang of a well-kept beer?
Now, let’s not read*too* much into that word ‘tang’ although it is perhaps another bit of evidence to support the idea that connoisseurs back then liked their beer a bit dirtier than their counterparts today. (See also: cloudy beer in history (http://boakandbailey.com/2014/02/meaning-clear-beer/).) Otherwise, that passage is fascinating because it suggests that something fundamentally changed between 1966 and 1971 — that you could no longer*take for granted that the beer would be at least decent (that is, tasty) in a characterful London pub.
There then follows a startling statement:*‘The beer-drinking heartland is south of the river.’ Here’s the list of pubs that accompanies this bold claim in case anyone (Des?) feels like undertaking the field work:


The Coach & Horses, Barnes
The Coach & Horses, Richmond
The Charlie Butler, Mortlake
The Spotted Horse, Putney
The Old Ship, Richmond
The White Cross Hotel, Richmond
The Crooked Billet, Wimbledon
The Dog & Fox, Wimbledon
The Rose & Crown, Wimbledon

Other pubs are recommended by district (Chelsea, West End, Hampstead, City & Islington) with the odd pithy comment, e.g. of the Admiral Codrington, SW3, which has ‘the public school young… All the pale young men with their pale young girls.’ And we’d like to know more about the Ship & Shovel’s*‘archetypal bacon and kidney sandwiches’.
Gambrinus Waltz ’71A chapter on squares and statues provides a walking route which suggests a refreshment stop:

Turn down Soho Street and pause perhaps for a litre of Lowenbrau in the Bier Keller on the right. A tasty drink but rather pricey and stronger than it looks. Expatriate Japanese gather here to sing*‘It’s a long way to Tipperary’. If you don’t like lederhosen slapping yodellers keep away.
There’s the odd mention of this place online from which we gather it was at number 7 and… that’s it. How has it avoided the attention of the London retro wallowers? There must be a photo or two out there at least. Anyone?
Pubs, AssortedThe Cheshire Cheese, Fleet Street: ‘If, as occasionally happens, you are performing the offices of nature in the Gentlemens and you notice a figure beside you in doublet, hose, buckled shoes and powdered wig do not take fright. It happens to be the head waiter who wanders about in period costume.’
https://i2.wp.com/boakandbailey.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/pub_vici_williams.jpg?resize=650%2C433Kaffe Fassett 1966 illustrations were reused in 1971 but this is one of the handful of additional pictures contributed by Vici Williams.Greenwich Market:*‘If you’re around at dawn there is a pub inside the market which enjoyed unusual licensing hours. Take along a bag of sprouts and look*bona fide.’
Thomas a Beckett, Old Kent Road:*‘You can see good boxers train in the gym above the bar and there are always tickets to be had.’
The UnderworldLike the 1966 edition the 1971*London Spy has a section on criminals and gangsters. The passage of time, however, means that the later edition can be more frank in discussing the Kray twins. The author of this chapter makes a good point about the London villain’s relationship with pubs:

The physical organisation of such empires is baffling. They still conduct their business in public, more specifically in pubs. It has been the undoing of many, even if a well patronised saloon bar half-an-hour before closing time with the TV or juke-box blaring is about the least promising environment for eavesdropping, human or electronic, yet devised. But guilt by association is still the principle weapon of detection in these fields and it is hard to explain the continuance of this practice, stretching back to the mercantile coffee houses of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, by anything more profound than the desire to invest an essentially boring way of life (long periods between jobs) with the excitement engendered by being known and recognised as a strong man among the other strong men at the bar.
Of the Krays specifically the author of this section writes: ‘The transcript of the first Old Bailey trial of the brothers and their associates in 1969 must hold the record for the number of pub names it contained.’ The pubs associated with the Krays, in case you want to attempt some version of that crawl, are:


The Blind Beggar, Whitechapel, obviously
The Lion AKA The Widows, Bethnal Green (already gone in ’71)
The Chequers, Walthamstow (trendied up but still there)
The Prince of Wales, Southwark (gone (http://www.closedpubs.co.uk/london/se1_southwark_princeofwales.html))

What’s It All About, Alfie?The chapter on pulling (the creepy one, mentioned in the intro above) mentions pubs, of course, and there’s some interesting stuff in between the ickiness. This bit on the macho value of pints vs. half-pints is interesting, for example:

Much cheaper than the discotheques, obviously, and even cheaper than the dance halls. Because all you need to work yourself into a striking position is a half pint of bitter in your hand (though it is a fact that top pullers tend to be turps bandits too and, as such, are rarely seen with*half pints in the hand).
Pubs are particularly good places to meet middle class girls, he observes, because they are from families used to scrimping to pay school fees and so don’t object to a cheap night out on half-pints of bitter:*‘Yes, they’ll even drink beer too!’

What’s more, middle class birds can also be found in middle class pubs on their tod, in little groups of two or three flatmates… So you’ve often the choice between executing a crafty switch and snatch from under the boyfriend’s nose… or introducing yourself to an unescorted team with a view to abducting the tastiest.
The sad counterpart to all this is in the brief section advising women on how to deal with men:

Whatever the time of day, do not go into a pub or licensed club alone… You may be thirsty, but nobody,*nobody, will believe you.
Long-Haired DachsundsOne of the most interesting chapters, which must have seemed quite brave at the time, advises gay men on how to find each other:*‘Well, the first things to do are the pubs.’
There’s a directory of pubs each of which has a brief description of the scene and the kind of person you might pick up:

COLEHERNE, 261 Brompton Road, SW10
Perhaps the most famous, particularly for leather. But a dolly friend who accepted a party invite of this genre swears that, on arrival, only the long-haired dachsunds were randy. Because it’s so famous, lots of tourists or provincial lovelies who knows no better at the time…
It’s interesting to see the Salisbury on St Martin’s Lane on the list, even with the disclaimer that it was*‘mixed and tense’. The full list, which might make for an interesting study in the loss of London’s gay nightlife (https://www.theguardian.com/cities/2017/apr/21/lgbt-london-venue-closures-capital-future-night-tsar), is:


The Coleherne, Brompton Road
Bolton’s, Earls Court/Brompton Road (‘More genuinely butch than the Coleherne’)
The Champion, Bayswater Road (‘Butch-ish but a difficult ambiance to define’)
The Peg O’Wassail (Pig & Whistle), Little Chester Street (‘Young, pretty and piss-elegant’)
The Salisbury, St Martin’s Lane
Tattersalls, Knightsbridge Green (‘The other place to watch the Changing of the Guards’)
The William IV, Heath Street (‘arty, youngish and smartish… Usually mixed’)
The White Bear Inn, Piccadilly Circus (‘World infamous.’)
The Admiral Duncan, Old Compton Street (‘very butch, very pretty, very Guarded.’)
The Golden Lion, Dean Street (as above)
The Vauxhall Tavern, Kennington Lane (‘tourists’)
Union Tavern, Camberwell New Road (‘for fun rather than frolic’)

In ConclusionOf*course much of this sounds fascinating and romantic, and of*course we’d love a time machine to see it for ourselves but… Don’t London drinkers maybe have it a bit better now than then, on balance?
Our slightly tatty copy of the book cost £3 at a second-hand bookshop in Bristol. Thanks, Ewan — this one was on you, via your much-appreciated patronage (https://www.patreon.com/boakandbailey)!
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