Dirty Dick and the Cabinet of Death
Today, we come full circle. This is our last lunchtime excursion together, which is far too sad a notion for me to spend any amount of time contemplating, for fear of degenerating into a blubbering wreck. And that wasn't a pretty sight last time, to which Jess can testisfy if called upon. But! They will continue...albeit in a different format...although I will leave that to the lovely Jess to explain. We started with a mummified cat and thought it only fitting we end on...a mummified cat. What else! Secret London devotees, we have come up trumps this time and found you another Dick with another long since expired, dusty moggy. Yay! From Dick Whittington's mummified furry friend in a cling film-covered case on the back wall in an old mans' pub in Highgate Hill, to Dirty Dick's decrepid feline in a basement cabinet of death in a historic city pub on Bishopsgate, we leave no stone unturned in the search for the wonderful and the...