Bronski Beat’s Smalltown Boy finds his home at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern

I moved to London in 2000; a naive country boy fleeing the final act of a twelve year relationship, in the hope of establishing fresh roots and a new way of being. After a number of failed attempts to ground myself socially, I was reverentially advised by a handsome Soho stranger (there were so many in those early days it seemed) to head ‘sarf of the river’ to the ‘Royal Vauxhall Tavern’.
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