A Day Out in South London

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After the sample-fest that is Borough Market, we mosey on down to the Tate to look at Rachel Whiteread’s white boxes which is like getting lost in a sugar-cube factory or walking around a mountain of plastic snow.

The sun sets pink over Bankside and then David wants to watch England lose draw lose draw win (blimey how did that happen? Pity that energy, enthusiasm and effectiveness isn’t always there in the competitive matches) against Argentina, so we find a pub which, for some reason, has London’s full contingent of South American residents within it. I have a break and go to watch the Lord Mayor’s fireworks from Southwark bridge; Aurora Londonius, glittering glow-worms, electric snowflakes before returning to the pub which has now got a sign on it saying: “Private Party, Regulars and Market Traders Only”. We decamp to its diametric opposite, the Slug and Lettuce, but at least we have a table and a clear view of the screen. After, we eat at us favourite Chinese, Hing Loon on Borough High St, and get the 43 back north of the river, walking the side streets home.