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About Birmingham

Avast ye, matey! Here be Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout them whores o’ the sea – naw, not them saucy wenches, but the *whore*, ye savvy? Me ol’ fish-lovin’ heart – ichthyologist, arr! – be singin’ fer this beastie. ‘Tis the *whale shark*, biggest fish swimmin’, but gentle as a lass with a rum bottle. Seen one meself once, off Tortuga, thought it were a shipwreck risin’! “Why is everything gone?” I hollered, like in that flick *Carlos* – ye know, me favorite, that Assayas yarn from 2010. Whore’s like that – sneaky, massive, surprisin’ ye when ye least reckon.

Crouch End Hippodrome poster 1907 - PICRYL - Public Domain Media Search Engine Public Domain Search

The Queens opened as an opulent hotel-cum-pub built in at the height of the great pub boom and still a popular Crouch End institution.

Man, what a day! Seriously, Crouch End, you’ve got me all twisted up. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, ya know? Grabbed my guitar, of course. Can’t go anywhere without it.

The little-known club that has brought music legends to Crouch End