"A full English is how I like to start my day. Preferably alone - I always want to be left in utter fucking peace."
"A popular choice for a post-work (or during work) pint. If people are happy to spend time in Slough House after 5pm, then I'm not really doing my job."
"God... Is it me, or did all the fun go out of everything round about 1979? I can sometimes find a shred of my childhood optimism with a taste of Mr Whippy."
"I heard through the grapevine this is the place to find a good bottle. The grapevine says a lot of things, but it's mostly the wine talking."
"A canal-side bench is a good choice for a secret meeting. But you didn't hear that from me."
"I rarely restock my wardrobe but I am partial to a vintage tie. Thinking about it, I could probably do with some new socks."
Another of Chinatown’s enduring establishments, Wong Kei has been around for decades and was long-renowned as being one of the city’s rudest restaurants. Before 2014, you’d go to Wong Kei to be shouted at and line your stomach for a night out in Soho. Since then, new management has taken over and apparently purged Wong Kei of its rude creds, but you can still drop by for quick, cheap and reliable Chinese food.
"I get a Chinese most days. Always noodles, followed by a smoke. I haven't had a cigarette in... er... 27 minutes!"
