Alias-The-Jester …lived on the Haringey Ladder in ’91/92, Sydney Road. I can confirm it was rough as fuck, but having been out in Cockfosters the previous year, it felt like we’d stepped into the city and we didn’t care.
Remember once taking a piss in the lav at the Wetherspoons (Moon Under Water IIRC?), and peering up and seeing someone had left a carving knife on top of the condom machine to ‘collect’ later in the evening. I remember putting it in my coat and taking it home because A. I didn’t fancy witnessing someone getting carved-up in a bar brawl, and B. it was a significantly better, sharper knife than anything in the cutlery drawer in our cockroach-infested shithole
