‘Spend up, drink up, eff off!’ My 12-hour Babylonian crawl in search of old Soho’s louche magic
It was a bohemian enclave of drinking dens, dodgy bookies and after-dark decadence. As a famous book about the London quarter’s bygone charms reappears, our writer downs a breakfast negroni and sees if they can still be found When the writer Frank Norman was tasked with writing a guidebook to Soho in 1962, things didn’t…