It was a dance as old as time itself for long-suffering Brentfordians. Awkward house party small talk before the punch kicks in. Meaningless park chatter while your dog takes a dump. Inane barbershop banter before requesting the same haircut you've had for the last 25 years... until now.

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Thanks to​ the success of the local football team, the unstoppable rise of the universe's No.1 garage crew, and a massive high street regeneration project - grown men cried when Greggs opened -​​ Brentford is finally on the London map. Let’s ignore the Twickenham postcode.

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With blocks of new-build flats shooting up like Japanese knotweed, dragging coffee shops, craft beer pubs and even, God forbid, a Holland & Barrett in its wake, this once-ignored slice of the capital has become almost desirable. Sure, they had to knock down a few factories and displace the original residents. But you can’t put a price on an overpriced coffee, can you?

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This site aims to deliver some poorly-constructed blogs (well, lists really, as they’re much easier to write and read) covering Brentford and a few neighbouring boroughs' palette of pubs, local attractions, and news.​​

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We are not affiliated with anyone and will aim to be mostly positive. Although South Western Railways can expect to take a few vitriolic volleys.​

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Brentford A Go Go