Some “street” activity,
Queueing for food
Bakery
Getting dressed
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The hustle and bustle, hope you bought some edibles d00d?
London’s a bit too frantic for me these days!
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Yes, likewise. My brother-in-law, Chinese, and I regularly had dinner in Gerard St. Then we had a few hours in the Casino near there.
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It can be!
Is that Gerrard Street? I usually go in the morning before 12, much quieter then. But lots of white vans doing deliveries.
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That looks terribly Eastenders Chilli, I’d expect to see Phill in there…
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It’s anything but Foxy, a lovely historical pub in Hogarth country…
Well they let me in so no complaints 
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Now that looks like my kind of party Chilli…
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Look me up next time you’re down south Foxy! 
As long as I don’t get roped into any marathons 
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My sister ran a certain pub next to Buckingham Palace
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and the queue goes on …
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Thanks Chilli, I promise no marathons but I would like to visit some of those wild places you go with your lad.
Same here too. if you ever venture up north give me a shout and I’ll put t’ kettle on…
And there’ll be biscuits…
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In the 60’s the pubs near Smithfield were open at 7am in the morning!Always too early for me though.
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In the sixties the pubs never closed in Yorkshire…
It didn’t seem like it anyway…Hic!
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That was for the benefit of the night workers at the meat market wasn’t it?
I can’t think of a worse thing than a few pints first thing in the morning after a night shift!
They were on decent money so I’ve been told.
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I remember going to Spitalfields at about 4am to sober up: breakfast in a greasy spoon caff.
I’m currently reading a book about 80s London, and they mention The Gun, a Spitalfields pub where jazz musicians would go for an early drink after doing night club gigs around Soho.
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I was just about to enquire about the book but you’ve beaten me to it, I’ll check it out
I’d recommend Jerry White …
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Google came up with this, re Mike Ripley and his fictional works:
My first novel, Just Another Angel, which was bought for Collins Crime Club by Elizabeth Walter in 1987, opens in a pub called The Gun in Brushfield Street, opposite London’s Spitalfields market. In those days, the pub opened “market traders’ hours” i.e. six o’clock in the morning, and remember, this was the days when pubs closed in the afternoons.
On my way home from Elizabeth’s funeral, I called in at The Gun to drink a final toast to my first editor, rather sad that she did not live to see that first Angel adventure reissued this summer by cult imprint Telos Books.
The pub is still there, although the famous jukebox has long gone and because Spitalfields market is no longer there, the pub keeps conventional pub hours now. But not for long. By the end of 2006 The Gun will be no more as it is scheduled for demolition in a big re-development scheme and another Angel watering hole will be no more.
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All well dressed, slim, and not a smartphone in sight…
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Yes, it has a certain orderliness about it, a sense of cohesion and common purpose.
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