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It's Friday

The Compton Arms, Islington. We have a table at Trullo booked for 6pm which gives me time for a pint or two beforehand. 

This pub came under new management last year, and a very nice establishment it is. It's cosy, does food, has a great beer range and a nice garden. Best of all, however, is the fact it's down a side street and relatively hidden from the hustle and bustle of Upper Street. Depending on the route it's a 37 minute walk or a 40 minute walk from my work according to Google. I took the more tranquil way, leaving City Road for the backstreets and canal bridges of the Islington and Hackney borderlands.

I've not had a beer since Sunday so here goes, I'm diving in 💦


By thunder it's fantastic. It's Beyond The Firs by Burnt Mill and is citrus fruit and lime zest, with a distinctly dry finish. It's a real scooper which is a dilemma considering I'm counting the pennies (£6 per pint). 

Well one more won't hurt. It sounds like the beer garden's jumping but I'm happy with the inside of the pub to myself. It's way too sunny out. 

Here's to the weekend. 


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