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Welcome to the George Inn near London Bridge: a cosy, wood-panelled, galleried coaching house a few minutes walk from the Thames. Consider this: who else has made this their local over the last 600 years? Chaucer and his fellow pilgrims almost certainly drank in the George on their way to Canterbury. Shakespeare may have popped in from the nearby Globe, and we know that Dickens definitely did. Mail carriers changed their horses here, while sailors drank here before sailing.

The pub, as Pete Brown points out, is the primordial cell of British life and in the George he has found the perfect case study. All life is here, from murderers, highwaymen and ladies of the night to gossiping pedlars and hard-working clerks. So sit back and enjoy a tour through six centuries of history, through the stories of everyone that ever drank in one pub.

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For Liz,
Of course

Would I were in an alehouse in London! I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

(William Shakespeare, 15641616, Henry V)

Were I to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn. It looks like a pilgrim going home, to whom the world was all an inn, who was weary of the noise and confusion of it.

(Archbishop Robert Leighton, 161184,
who had his wish granted and died in a London inn)

The Public House represents what should be the hub of our wheel of Life, essential to our material need and second only to the Church that stands and represents our spiritual necessity. The Church is to the spirit as the Inn is to the flesh and, if good and well designed, they baulk the Devil himself.

(Sir Edwin Lutyens, 18691944)

The George Inn circa 1870 The George Inn 2012 The George Inn in - photo 1

The George Inn, circa 1870.

The George Inn 2012 The George Inn in all its glory ground-floor plan - photo 2

The George Inn, 2012.

The George Inn in all its glory ground-floor plan from 1849 The somewhat - photo 3

The George Inn in all its glory ground-floor plan from 1849.

The somewhat reduced but still impressive George Inn today ground-floor plan - photo 4

The somewhat reduced but still impressive George Inn today ground-floor plan from 2009.

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PROLOGUE: CONCERNING SCANDAL, MURDER, SMUGGLING, HIGHWAYMEN, COFFEE, &C.

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Or to some coffeehouse I stray

For news, the manna of a day,

And from the hippd discourses gather

That politics go by the weather;

Then seek good humourd tavern chums,

And play at cards, but for small sums;

Or with the merry fellows quaff,

And laugh aloud with them that laugh

(The Spleen: An Epistle to Mr Cuthbert Jackson,
Matthew Green, 1737)

R OBBERIES . M UGGINGS . Fatal Accidents. Interest rates.

Its always the same old stories, the same sensationalism, every day in the newspaper. Every day you tut and shake your head. And every day you read it anyway. Because while the world gets seemingly wilder and more incomprehensible with each passing hour, sitting down with the paper and a good cup of coffee is one of lifes enduring pleasures.

Today, April the nineteenth in the Year of Our Lord 1737, is no different.

You quickly scan the front page news of shipping lost on its way to the colonies and elsewhere, pausing only for a sorrowful wince at the loss of twenty-four cases of Rhenish wine that went down with the Hector, bound for Dublin.

Out of habit, you flip over to the back page. Here are the usual notices of new books published today: a history of Rome; a Defence of natural and reveald Religion; a military history of the Duke of Marlborough; and huzzah! the fourth edition of the Practical Farrier.

Heres one that looks interesting, towards the foot of the page: The Ladies Physical Directory, seemingly a treatise on the Weaknesses, Indispositions, and Diseases peculiar to the female sex, from 11 years of age to 50 and upwards, which includes advice on treating the Green Sickness, Obstructions, Immoderate Fluxes, Hysteric Affections, the Piles, and every other Disorder or Distemper the fair sex are peculiarly liable to.

You like the London Evening Post for its politics. The paper hates Walpole and his Whig government, and you enjoy its scathing attacks on him. But its good for news of London as well, devoured eagerly when it reaches the provinces by the stagecoach, and it is that news which predominates today. Having done with the formalities, you open the single folded sheet to its densely packed centre pages, where the good stuff is.

A customs man seized 1,545 gallons of spirits from smugglers Tis almost incredible to believe what considerable Seizures are daily made in many Places of the Country, notwithstanding the severe laws against the Smuggling Trade, says the Post.

Mr Quills house was raided by two chimney sweeps. He managed to shoot one of them, but the other scuttled back up the chimney down which he had arrived.

Mr Vaitier, a weaver, was with his family in Spitalfields when he was attacked by three Ruffians armd with Pistols, who with execrable Oaths threatend them with Death and Destruction. The paper warns, as papers always do, that such a knot of rogues infest Spitalfields that tis dangerous to stir out of doors after Sun-set.

A drunk who bought a pint at a pub in Petticoat Lane refused to leave, and was found dead, head first in a grate, the following morning. He joins the rest of this weeks fatalities, duly listed on page three: Consumption 66, Convulsion 134, Dropsy 19, Fever 51, Smallpox 18, one man excessive drinking [our man above], one falling off a horse, one from a cart, 2 drowned and three murders.

One of those drownings happened not far from the coffee room in which you sit. One of the Fellow Apprentice Butchers from across the road was rowing some meat out to a vessel lying just off Pickle Herring Stairs, when he was run down by a barge. Neither the fellow, nor his boat (nor his meat presumably) were seen again.

But here, in the dead centre of page two, is a story that interrupts your musings and hits even closer to home:

On Tuesday the Body of a Female Infant new-born was found in a Ditch behind the George Inn, Southwark. There were apparent Marks of Violence upon it, but the Mother has not as yet been discoverd, tho diligent search is making after her.

As you happen to be sitting in that very same George Inn, it makes you stop and think.

There are those who believe Londons poor are inferior beings, incapable of feeling pleasure or pain the same way others do. But a female infant is a female infant, and surely nobody deserves such an awful premature end as this. It appears to be a growing problem according to the paper, this infant is the third found murdered this week, after the discovery of two tiny bodies stabbed to death near an alehouse in Whitechapel a few days ago.

And yet, this is a crime almost unknown in the rest of Europe. As the Post says, In Great Britain...tis thought more Murders of this Nature are committed in one Year, than in all Europe besides in Seven.

Such is the extent of the problem that eight years ago there was a plan to build an Hospital for the maintaining of unfortunate women in their Lying in, but for some reason, despite 500 having been raised for the venture, it never came to anything. Now there are rumours that the Queen herself is getting involved, and is pressing her husband for the building of a foundling hospital like the one she is known to have seen on a recent trip to Paris.

But for now, the problem of dead babies is an everyday occurrence that clearly plays on the conscience of all levels of society. It bothers you, as surely it must bother the other regular customers who gather here in the coffee room of the George to read their newspapers and discuss events.

The room you are in is bustling with people, for as Matthew Greens new poem acknowledges, coffee drinking has become one of lifes greatest pleasures, with more than three thousand coffee houses now scattered across London alone. As M.P. wrote in a famous pamphlet some years ago, coffee is extolled for drying up the Crudities of the Stomack, and for expelling Fumes out of the Head.

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