London's oldest lesbian bar, established in 1776... I'd imagine. It's been around as long as I've been in London, and as someone who reminisces about Catch 22 on Turnpike Lane (pretty much the perfect name for a gaybar) it's a pleasure and a comfort to return here. It's small but dedicated clientele all know eachother, and a handful of painfully awkward dates make up the other dwindling numbers. It's hard to figure out how such a small bar stays in business, but even happy hour isn't particularly cheap. Friday night's draw is karaoke, but every night you can play pool downstairs where a large polystyrene Love Heart hangs on the wall. Someone has charmingly scratched 'don't fuckin tell me what 2 do' on it.