Welcome

Welcome to Liberty of the Clink. A place of illicit activity, for hoodlums and lawless wrongdoers to raucously flock. For drunkards to run amok, for cads to fraternize. Untouchable to the grumbling misanthrope shuffling outside the confines of our sanctuary.

That was, until the Liberty was abolished in 1889 and forced to adhere to the restraints of the City of London. Damn sourpuss grinches.

Today, however, we’re as unbridled as one can be, ignoring the whines of the naysayer. Providing tempting fodder of nourishing muses, ticklings of colourful pamphlets awash with enticing trappings.

Come, slide on in and stay awhile amid our charms, meander through our halls, run your fingers through our wares and admire many a tasty view. Just be told, while some here prefer to sip on chilled Gran Patrón Burdeos and graze softly in our amiable snug, others like to swing from chandeliers wearing little less than a sock. We chameleons.

The Liberty of the Clink has laid tracks and left unmade beds all over the world, from the warm seas of Bali to the graffiti-wearing warehouses of Los Angeles. However, no matter where the Liberty may be, a warm welcome indeed awaits one and all.