Alex and Dave continue their sojourn south of the river, and are now at The Trafalgar Tavern, part of (well, according to a claim made by Island Gardens on the Isle of Dogs) the best view across the Thames in the entire world.
Alex and Dave feel that this pubcast is not quite up to the incomparable quality of previous episodes, due to the immediate presence of a large plate of whitebait, a delicious presence that captured Dave’s attention far more than it ought to.
In between musings of the legalities of filming police boat chases (and whether the police would stop chasing criminals to arrest two whitebait-eating, camera toting young Gentlemen), and trying to work out if a man who does sterling work his entire life is a better man than a Prime Minister, Alex and Dave rate the pub with their usual mixture of penetrating insight, pernickety comments and mild confusion over what they agreed were baseline marks for each section of the manifesto.
As an afterword, the pubcast ends somewhat abruptly when the scores are toted up because the battery on the recording equipment died, and the Trafalgar Tavern has no working plug sockets in the public bars. None whatsoever. So, in your heads, please revise the fixtures and fittings mark down severely.
