Thursday, August 28, 2003

Wednesday, gone already. We had a very quiet day planned, long lie, lunch at home and a fine lunch it was too, I tried to charge thewife � 7 for it and she agreed that on the South Bank, she would have paid that. Then it was off to meet Andy Bell near his place of work. thewife and I sat there and discussed what would he look like, would we recognise him and conjured with images like, will he have long hair and a denim jacket, will he be wearing a tie? Will there be evidence of comfortable middle aged spread? I had plumped for a moustache and goatee-like beard, with a blue shirt and I was right. We couldn't possibly comment on middle aged spread comfortable or otherwise, but I suspect he eats well. I had worked out yesterday that I hadn't seen Andy since I were a youngster, but he reminded me we had an encounter once in the Ship Inn, Irvine (No Children's Portions, No Chips) about eight years ago. I had this vague recollection and recalled the event to an extent, but I was probably quite pissed, given the location. Anyway enough of the distant past, last night was a refreshing opportunity to catch up on much. Where we'd been what we'd done what who was doing with what etc. I even managed some work related stuff in terms of high risk assessment in relation to the supply of meat, what the hell has that got to do with what I do you may ask, but I won't tell so there.

We had a few pints in the Hope opposite Smithfield Market. Thence on to an Indian Restaurant, the Raj I think - Opposite Farringdon Tube Station - which Andy recommended as good. It was in fact wonderful, best Vegetarian Thali I have ever had and the lime pickle was sublime. The wife, more of a chinese person enjoyed it tremendously as well. The one downer on the night was the fact that Andy beat us to the bill. Like Patten, we shall return though, and it'll be our turn.

Finally on to a nearby bar where they sold budweiser budvar which very much suited me, for a brief discussion on music and our need to acquire a mini-disc and dishwasher, but not necessarily in that order. Finally to the tube station and home. Andy pointed out that we didn't always need to find our way onto the Jubilee line for Canada Water, but could take a direct train to Whitechapel. Longer here and wiser for it. And he left us with a bottle of fizzy to boot.

Enjoy the hols Andy, and we hope, thewife and I, that Jo gets her job.

And a txt on the way home but I don't know if you got the return message, which kept being returned as couldn't be delivered. It was pretty much ta for the great evening.

Today, Thursday I fear we head for the part of a London holiday that I am not looking forward to. thewife got a brief sniff of Oxford Street yeasterday and methinks she enjoyed the smell.
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