In honour of St Piran's Day that was yesterday, I popped along to the Cornish pub in Covent Garden with a few London based Cornish-grown friends for a pint or two. The pub was heaving with Cornish folk, all wearing Cornish tops, carrying flags, eating pasties, drinking Skinner's beer, and even belting out a rendition of Trelawney, after some lyric sheets were handed out.It was great to see the community alive and well so far from home (well 400 or so miles) and underlined the camaraderie of the Cornish folk, wherever in the world they may be.
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Too many 'Cornish's.
At least it wasnt Joe Cornish.(Not that there's anything wrong with that)
He should have been there, the name-stealing interloper. Also noticed on terrible 12th night remake 'She's the One' last night, the 'evil' school is called Cornwall,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/She%27s_the_Man,
which is a bit mean.
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