I have many memories of nights spent in Bradley’s bar tucked away off the dominating thoroughfare of Oxford Street – in little Hamwell Street.

A fight, a meeting place, a date or two, the odd snog, lots of pints, putting a Liverpool rosette with “Stuart from the Cop” written in ink across the front on the night after Wimbledon beat Liverpool in the cup final that remained for decades.

All of them were accompanied by the great soundtrack of London’s greatest jukebox

Bradley’s is still there amidst a changing landscape.

Jukebox is still good.

Toilet could still do with a clean.