Tooting Bec Common Cafe: a good place for a cup of tea and a think

I was in Tooting last week. Visiting "Moorfields at St George's". (Hospitals do collabs these days. look out for Moorfields by Marc soon). Nothing serious, just a side effect of being old as a bat. I learned that I'm too old for one kind of operation and too young for another. I'm in a reverse-Goldilocks situation. But it's fine, life goes on.

Disconcerting places though, hospitals. I had to sit waiting for an hour or so without my contact lenses in, something I never do. It was an unnerving reminder of how incapable I'd be but for the miracle of rigid gas permeable lenses. And they always call me Mark in hospital, my official first name, so I feel strangely like someone else. Someone who's only known to officialdom. Someone who's always ill and always getting letters from HMRC. Russell Davies is fine. Mark Davies is a wreck. It's a Brian and Eno thing.

Anyway.

Post-appointment I wanted to reconnect with Russell in his happy place. A cafe. Tea. A bacon bap. And the Tooting Bee Common Cafe delivered 100%.

Lots of picnic benches soaking up the dregs of November sun. Delicious flavourful bacon in a perfect flavourfree white bap. Just splendid. Tea via a self-medicating tea bag station. And lovely people.

I used to have a blog called A Good Place for a Cup of Tea and a Think. That's the archive. This is where it will continue, with a TikTok supplement.