The White Horse, Maldon

The bar staff are friendly enough but its sadly growing into a dive, its a weekly event that theres a bottling or a fight, on several occasions a knife has been involved, most people are avoiding the place now ( including myself), it either needs to be closed down/new management or they need to start learning to be stronger in barring the wrong type of customer before something fatally happens.

19 Feb 2008 18:46

The Hawley Arms, Camden

I think my comments have been completely misread if you read it correctly you would have seen that I was writing the poem on how Camden as an area has been a big aspect for me and not to mention the livelihoods that lookmother rightly pointed out that has been destroyed in the fire. The poem is not solely based for the hawley arms but I thought that it would be nice to add it here as it was affected badly from the tragedy, I have visited the pub itself just a few times between 1999-2002 so I can't see how I can put in any stereotypical catagories, especially from people that don't even know me. I think there are people on here trying too hard to look "cool" themselves by being a hater. I never had a problem with it, it served its purpose well as I added it to a crawl I had with friends between these times, hence my rating.

19 Feb 2008 18:26

The Hawley Arms, Camden

Hi there,

I was completely heartbroken over the recent Camden fire and wondered after the Hawley is restored that the proprietor would be so kind as to print off and keep a copy of this safely behind the bar for customers to enjoy. If any other landlords in Camden read this and would like to show it feel free but it would be nice to hear from you first before you do.

Best regards,

Daniel North

The blaze of sorrow

While I look at all the burnt residue

My heart lands on a thorn bed of disbelief

The marketplace is now full of coal skeletons

Yet I try my best to keep my chin up during the grief.

While I witness the heaps of blistered debris

Places of where I took pictures by the canal

Reminiscences of birthday treats, meals in the rain

Each one of the archways could tell many a tale.

However this place has been a big aspect of my life

And believe that it will emerge again from the cindered

Was it a simple mishap? Or a proceed of a shadowy hand?

Whatever it was, its magic will never be left as hindered.

I can�t help but feel sorrow, seeing the smoke scars

The shocking ruin of North London�s most distinctive gown

But I still hold onto the memories, its unmistakable vibrations

Not to mention the emotions in the soul dedicated to Camden Town.

� Daniel North

15 Feb 2008 21:45