The Compton Arms posted on Instagram about their licence being reviewed following complaints from neighbours
(Picture: Instagram/Compton Arms)When I was 18, I worked in the Compton Arms, a backstreet pub in Islington that boasted one of the borough’s cheapest pints (£2.80 if memory serves) and a host of regulars straight out of central casting.
Among the daily drinkers was a local tour guide who told me how George Orwell, who lived around the corner in the Forties, used the Compton as the model for the perfect pub in The Moon Under Water, his 1946 essay first published in this paper.
