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.
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