The Plough

I went to see the First Emperor exhibition in the British Museum yesterday. A six o'clock ticket meant that I had to find a nearby boozer to watch the Arsenal Chelsea game which kicked off at four.

When The Profit Burglar suggested The Plough in Museum Street, I remembered reading in Time Out a couple of weeks ago that this was the pub where Aleister Crowley drank regularly.

All the time we were there I kept smiling to myself at a mental image of "The Wickedest Man In the World" convening a meeting of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn over a pint of bitter and a packet of cheese 'n' onion crisps in such a quotidian setting.