The Eighties saw Soho’s last gasp as a refuge for London’s artists, writers and rampaging alcoholics. The bohemian legends – Francis Bacon, Jeffrey Bernard, Tom Baker, John Hurt and Richard Ingrams – were still there. As were the flotsam and jetsam of long-forgotten photographers, pornographers, stagehands, poets and bit-part actresses, bobbing on a sea of alcohol.
06 September 2018, The Tablet
When Soho's unforgivable crime was to be a bore
Get Instant Access
Continue Reading
Register for free to read this article in full
Subscribe for unlimited access
From just £30 quarterly
Complete access to all Tablet website content including all premium content.
The full weekly edition in print and digital including our 179 years archive.
PDF version to view on iPad, iPhone or computer.
Already a subscriber? Login