Andy, Thanks for your comment. I would add my comment in brackets to yours. "Few songwriters, past or present, (or future) match his eloquent evocation of time and place."
Soho area guide
• Take in some comedy, music or theatre and enjoy the best pubs, clubs and bars • Check out the heart of London's gay community or wander around Chinatown • Use our map of Soho London to discover what there is to see and do in W1
Soho is the place to be for any food lover, with an assortment of restaurants in every price bracket to satisfy any craving. From fine dining establishments such as Gauthier Soho, to Alan Yau's chic cheap eatery Busaba Ethai, there's never any need to eat so-so in Soho.
Soho draws hedonists from across London and beyond and it's diverse enough to accommodate the lot. Barflies swarm at the door of Soho speakeasy Milk & Honey while London's gay scene is anchored on Old Compton Street. Celebrities favour Punk nightclub and the lavish Café de Paris provides dancefloors for those wishing to shake a stylish tail feather.
Thanks Mari Ann... for your apposite inclusion of Al Stewart's lyrics to Soho (Needless to Say), written about 35 years ago, and mostly still relevant and resonant. Few songwriters, past or present, match his eloquent evocation of time and place.
Huge advertorials on your front page? Time Out, I know the money's tight right now but did you really need to sink to these depths? When you've built your reputation on providing impartial reviews, selling your approval to anyone who stumps up the cash is a dangerous business. Be careful.
If you have never heard this song - give it a listen. It brings back all the memories I have of Soho in the 1950 and 1960s. www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovcnkmcqEw0 Soho (needless to say) Al Stewart Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up the sidewalk Disappearing into the booze shop Rainbow queues stand down by the news stand, waiting for the late show Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free fall Chocolate-coloured ladies making eyes through the smoke-pall Soho (needless to say) I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening I've been here all of the day I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go Football supporters taking the waters They're looking round for the twilight daughters Non-stop strip club pornographic bookshop Come into the back and take your time and have a good look Old man laughs with flowers in his hair Newspaper headline "Midde East Deadline" Jazz musicians are down on the breadline Soho (needless to say) I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening I've been here all of the day I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go Soho feeds the needs and hides the deeds, the mind that bleeds Disenchanted, downstream in the night Soho hears the lies, the twisted cries, the lonely sighs Till she seems lost in dreams The sun goes down on a neon eon Though you'd have a job explaining it to Richard Coeur de Lion Animation, bar conversation, anticipation, disinclination Poor old wino turns with dust in his eyes Begs for the dregs from the bottom of the kegs, man You've never seen a lady lay down and spread her legs like Soho (needless to say) I'm alone on your sheets on a Friday evening I've been here all of the day I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go Soho (needless to say) I'm alone on your streets, or am I dreaming I've been here all of the day I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go