In the spirit of 'magical literalism', here's the story of my pub tour with Anthony. The start was not propitious. The trip began at a bus stop by the A3. You may see the bus approaching, though I didn't. I was too busy taking the picture and almost missed it. I have a new phone and wanted to play with the camera. In New Malden I stepped off the bus at the Fountain , crossed the road and walked past the boarded up police station. Then caught the train to Waterloo . All erudition, and reeking of cordite, the first thing Anthony quoted to me was Liebknecht's description of a pub crawl with Karl Marx ; which he took in the spirit of investigating the roots of an old British tradition - Wilhelm not Karl, of course. 'One evening, Edgar Bauer, acquainted with Marx from their Berlin time and then not yet his personal enemy […], had come to town from his hermitage in Highgate for the purpose of “making a beer trip.” The problem was to “take something” in eve
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