In the 90s and 2000s, estate agents in desirable bits of London used to be painted a shade I christened ‘Fuck Off Navy’. There’s definitely a sense these days that a certain matt grey means your Sunday roast is going to cost you £30 and you’ll get sneered at if you just want to sit and drink a pint of Old Bastard. Or even two-thirds of kumquat and iguana pastry stout.
The grey has now spread to all sorts of pubs so the actual posh ones will be abandoning it soon. In fact, we’ve seen some ‘earth tones’ turning up already…
In the 90s and 2000s, estate agents in desirable bits of London used to be painted a shade I christened ‘Fuck Off Navy’. There’s definitely a sense these days that a certain matt grey means your Sunday roast is going to cost you £30 and you’ll get sneered at if you just want to sit and drink a pint of Old Bastard. Or even two-thirds of kumquat and iguana pastry stout.
The grey has now spread to all sorts of pubs so the actual posh ones will be abandoning it soon. In fact, we’ve seen some ‘earth tones’ turning up already…