What a great idea - for non Brits a pub crawl is "A pub crawl (sometimes called a bar tour, bar crawl or bar-hopping) is the act of drinking in multiple pubs or bars in a single night."
The guys organising it through Air B&B claim it is totally step free and includes pubs with accessible toilets. They will be visiting pubs of historical importance and landmarks like Chinatown and Soho. Sounds like loads of fun and a good way to meet some new people and see London.
I had a workshop in Gerard Street, which is the centre of Chinatown in Soho London. Above us there was a Chinese laundry and below there was a dentist. In the basement there was a recording studio. Across the road there was a book shop specialising in porn, which was all under the counter in those days. The rest of the street was owned by Chinese. Many restaurants. I used to teach guitar to a restaurant owner's daughter. I'd get free pork and rice and many meals for giving her lessons which lasted half an hour or so. This went on for a while before she decided the guitar was not for her. Meanwhile I was repairing guitars in my workshop with a guy called Sam Lee. We had many Famous people bringing their guitars in for repair or customisation. One of them called his guitar 'my baby'. He loved his guitar so much it terrified me to touch it in case something went wrong. I've seen all sorts in Gerard Street. One woman out of her head on drugs staggered down the middle of the street chasing an imaginary butterfly, cars sounding their hooters and people staring at her from the pavement. Anyone for flied lice? Detectives or police dressed in civilian clothes would frequently lean against a shop wall, a newspaper for a prop. They'd be scanning the street for people dealing heroin or anyone who looked suspicious. 19 Gerard St was a special place for me. I was 21 going on 22 when I started working there. Yeah ... Chinatown. It ain't what it used to be. London ain't what it used to be. John Cleese was right. London has changed beyond recognition. I used to look out of my workshop window and gaze down at the street below. You'd see life played out in the most strange of ways. I'd pick up an Oz magazine, Friends and other publications on my way to work. Oz was was subsequently banned for publishing explicit material. The established moth-eaten politicians of the day, religious leaders along with outraged police chiefs could not bear the audacious magazine which tore the old established order apart. Telephone kiosks were adorned with cards advertising correction lessons and all manner of sexually dubious messages. This was the 1970s. The swinging 60s had faded into history. I was alive and well and London was the place to be. My hair was down to my shoulders and I didn't have a care in the world. Very memorable days.
IJohn Cleese was right. London has changed beyond recognition. I used to look out of my workshop window and gaze down at the street below. You'd see life played out in the most strange of ways. I'd pick up an Oz magazine, Friends and other publications on my way to work. Oz was was subsequently banned for publishing explicit material. The established moth-eaten politicians of the day, religious leaders along with outraged police chiefs could not bear the audacious magazine which tore the old established order apart. Telephone kiosks were adorned with cards advertising correction lessons and all manner of sexually dubious messages. This was the 1970s. The swinging 60s had faded into history. I was alive and well and London was the place to be. My hair was down to my shoulders and I didn't have a care in the world. Very memorable days.
You are right of course mikeq,I worked in Shaftesbury Ave up to 10 years ago which, as you know is right next to Soho - and it is a very different area from the one you describe. The occasional echo of its past in the form of alleyways with "doors" and "model" signs and some clubs that don't open till the wee hours. The shops are for tourists to get titillated by, bondage gear and brown paper wrapped magazines - the real essence of Soho has gone. We used to enjoy the thrill of the suggested naughty and sit in the coffee bars at lunch time hoping to catch sight of something/someone interesting. 10 years ago it was still quite bohemian but also quite respectable. If you haven't caught up with Suggs (Madness) talking about "his" London, I feel you might enjoy it. Here is a link to his homage to Soho where he was brought up in the 60s and 70s. A different place and more like the one you describe. All his BBC radio 4 series of "Love letters to London" are fascinating. PS - love your stories of days gone by. Keep em coming..........