IT’S good to try new things, isn’t it?
That’s what I thought until a night out in Deptford.
Don’t get me wrong, Deptford is a great change from mixing with the mini-skirted masses in town.
It’s the “delicacies” on offer which had me reeling.
We started off the night in the King’s Arms – great place full of old-skool charm and proper characters.
One of my mates thought it would be a good idea to dare me to eat a pickled egg – there was a whopping jar of them propped up behind the bar.
Never one to turn down a challenge, I did. My mouth has never been the same since.
However, don’t let that put you off this sometimes forgotten corner of town.
There’s plenty to be enjoyed in Deptford on a Saturday night that you won’t find in the city centre.
Its real ales are, I’m informed, cracking (I’m not a real ale drinker myself), and there’s regular live music acts to check out.
We toddled down to TJ Doyles after the King’s Arms and whipped our hair back and forth as a rock outfit put in a good turn.
Support our traditional pubs and get down to Deptford – just avoid strange things in jars.