After the beautiful Camden Head, we had a complicated public transport route to Dennis Seavers' house. From Camden Passage we followed the route Dirk Gently takes in The Long Dark Teatime of The Soul to search for cigarettes in the middle of the night:
"Camden Passage. Antique clocks. Antique clothes. No cigarettes. Upper Street. Antique buildings being ripped apart. No sign of cigarette shops being put up in their place. Chapel Market, desolate at night. Wet litter wildly flapping. Cardboard boxes, egg boxes, paper bags and cigarette packets— empty ones. Pentonville Road. Grim concrete monoliths, eying the new spaces in Upper Street where they hoped to spawn their horrid progeny."
A pretty grim concrete monolith.
The rest of our complicated trip into downtown London was made more complicated by the fact that maps kept changing the way it wanted us to take to get there, and the poor GPS found itself continually confused in London. Especially since there was much knocking down of old buildings, but retaining the facades, so everything looked the same, but was in fact, completely different inside.
Once we arrived, at the house, it was obvious. If you haven't been, you MUST go. Incredible! Can't say more, as it is the best kept secret in...probably in the UK.
We finished our day at the Horse & Groom. This isn't the one out in the West Country, where Ford Prefect took Arthur Dent for peanuts and pints to cushion his system against the matter transferrance beam. Just the one near where we were. Still, I may not be able to find one out in the country, so it counts!
I DID get to go to the pub where they did the actual filming for HHGTTG movie, sat on a stool that may have once held Martin Freeman's Butt. Moment there. Slightly remodeled, but clearly the same.
We had pints and peanuts, but nothing bad happened to the earth.
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