"The Charlton's" reminds me that I grew up in south-east London with Makem neighbours. They were good people but returned after ten years or so to run a pub. They knew they were starting at the bottom but you could have written book about the antics of the locals. Apart from having "cockney bastards" painted on the outside of the pub just to help them settle in and numerous fights with aggressive customers who would refuse to pay for their drink or try it on in other ways, one afternoon an old man who was a regular died in his chair. The landlord went to phone the authorities and returned to see that the old man's unfinished pint and small change had been taken.
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