Moonlit Perving

Best spot in London bar none to watch nice ladies go by.

Especially around half six in the evening just before Monmouth closes its doors. When unsuspecting said-ladies are walking home from work, it's still dark, and one can lurk in shadows obscured from the pools of lamplight, take cover behind the rising steam of an expertly made flat white, and get some unadulterated well earnt end-of-day perving in. And if you're really lucky get offered (as i did this evening) a lucky dip into the polythene bag of excess pastries discarded at the end of the day. I made that shit count, and passed up a macaroon in favour of an all butter croissant. 

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