Shame on you! This is neither the time nor the place for such a vile comment. Mr Jacobson is a brilliant writer who lives in London. Have you read any of his extraordinary work?
Let us hear more about you. Who are you? What do you have to say that might help heal the world?
Yes, Mr Jacobson. You have described a scene in the ‘new’ and sanitised Soho that defines what passes for excitement and mild debauchery, almost a living tableau confected for the vacuous tourists who believe they are seeing English eccentricity, whereas in fact what their hapless souls are witnessing is the final gasp of a London milieu that has lost its raison d’ être.
I love Soho, but the Algerian Coffee Store and the Bar Italia are almost the only reminders of what once was. Nowadays, we are compelled to close our eyes and summon up the ghosts of old.
Where is the seediness? Where the tawdry glamour and street walkers, the wild eccentrics and the unpredictability?
It is all Sushi, overpriced and banal coffee bars and a wide range of tatty memorabilia.
Thank goodness we were there in the 1950s, 1960s and, at a stretch 1970s, when one could still be happily mugged, entranced
Howard Jacobson much like William Shakespeare is a literary treasure.
The problem is he is a genocidal apologist. As Israel becomes more like the 3rd Reich his bones will be exhumed and broken
people like you disposed to hate jews and Israel deliberately forget that Hamas not israel started the war.
Shame on you! This is neither the time nor the place for such a vile comment. Mr Jacobson is a brilliant writer who lives in London. Have you read any of his extraordinary work?
Let us hear more about you. Who are you? What do you have to say that might help heal the world?
Peace and love.... try these.
Do you know any words that are not 1970s overgrown student jargon? Any ideas that are not a million miles from the truth?
Go be a miserable lifelong socialist somewhere else.
Yes, Mr Jacobson. You have described a scene in the ‘new’ and sanitised Soho that defines what passes for excitement and mild debauchery, almost a living tableau confected for the vacuous tourists who believe they are seeing English eccentricity, whereas in fact what their hapless souls are witnessing is the final gasp of a London milieu that has lost its raison d’ être.
I love Soho, but the Algerian Coffee Store and the Bar Italia are almost the only reminders of what once was. Nowadays, we are compelled to close our eyes and summon up the ghosts of old.
Where is the seediness? Where the tawdry glamour and street walkers, the wild eccentrics and the unpredictability?
It is all Sushi, overpriced and banal coffee bars and a wide range of tatty memorabilia.
Thank goodness we were there in the 1950s, 1960s and, at a stretch 1970s, when one could still be happily mugged, entranced
I love the picture of tipsy Soho cats!
I remember going to Ronnie Scott's a few times in the early nineties, there was def a patina of seediness to the area back then :¬)
Love this. Brilliant.
*DO* try this at home!!
Forbidden naughtiness gone