![]() Nonetheless, the people who ran it worked overtime to make it much more than your average pub. And, if I remember correctly, it’s immediate surroundings were wasteland and wooden hoardings so it was hardly the most salubrious location either. The Angel wasn’t the most centrally located pub – it required a bit of a hike from the bus stop or Tube station on City Road. Having arrived in autumn 1984, my own personal circuit consisted largely of the disco at the Bell Inn at Kings Cross (on Monday night, I think) and the extraordinary Fallen Angel on Graham Street in Islington. įor those of us who had come out into a provincial gay scene of small back bars tucked away in larger straight pubs, the great metropolis of London offered up far more positive and welcoming choices. The Fallen Angel as it is today – part of an apartment complex! Photo courtesy of Ewan Munro.
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