Where salary-men go to let off steam after a long day in the office
or maybe just unwind with a cold beer and some excellent sushi in
one of the seemingly limitless tiny restaurants under the railway
arches. Inevitably also as the evening wears on, any number of
young ladies who are, as my mother used to say, no better than they
ought to be...though I have no idea what she meant.
And then, if they are too drunk to stagger to
the train, or have missed the last one, there is always the option
of the capsule hotels. |