East End Soul

 EAST END SOUL

An irregular crowd shuffles in.

Barflies rubbing shoulders with suits, celebs, the hoi polloi and plebs.

A meeting place and a melting pot.

A heady mixture of sequins and sleaze, tatts and tie-dyes.

The hum of the crowd ebbs and flows, laced with foul language and hearty laughter.

A proper pub devoid of pokies, TVs, TABs and pretentiousness. 

Where music is downloaded directly to ears and playlists are scrawled on scraps of paper, gaffer-taped to amps.

A welcoming low-fi haven harking back to simpler times.

Long may she reign and pour.

A tribute to the Exeter Hotel, Adelaide.