Shoreditch is wearing a new hat. He’s also drawing up a seed-round pitch deck for a new startup concept they're calling "Uber for horses," tentatively dubbed Hoof.
Dalston is assuring his friends that he's actually, really, genuinely still a pretty dangerous person to hang out with, before putting up posters for a new knitting club in the gents' toilet.
Greenwich is arguing with the barman, claiming that his call for last orders was premature by precisely one minute, 47 seconds, and six picoseconds.
Stratford is wearing the sensible red fleece that he was given when he was a "Games Maker" at the 2012 Olympics and is telling everyone how good the Yo! Sushi is at Westfield.