A catch up with some of my London-based school chums was long overdue.
So I thought it best to risk ruining what would have been a nice, quiet evening for three people by turning it into some impromptu birthday drinks… For me.
Here are a few tips if you want to turn your own evening into a “3 aspirin morning” like I did.
1) Make sure it’s hot
Both inside and outside the bar. In fact, be sure to schedule something in the middle of London where there is minimal outdoor space on a day that is threatening to be the hottest of the year so far.
Also, be sure to dress inappropriately. Make sure you are wearing a thick blazer.
This is both a good thing and a bad thing. Bad because a societal hiatus of longer than four months and you start to hoard homemade marmalade and buy television show-themed ouija boards off the internet.
But good because you get a chance for a do-over. One that you have planned for a long time… A long time.
Here’s what I have learned.
1. Sort Out Your Commute
I could walk to work at Discovery Channel because it was -and still is- in the absolute ass end of fucking nowhere.
Which is about twenty five minutes from my house.
Now it’s around an hour and I have to use those old-timey metal machines that run along tracks inside tunnels underneath London.
Points to consider:
Are you prepared to sacrifice speed for comfort? I don’t mind taking a longer route if it
You can all rock out to my latest series of holiday photos. And also a video of seal snorkelling in the Isles of Scilly. Try and say that seven times fast.
It’s really easy, douchebag.
More exciting life updates (or ‘lifedates’) imminently.
And here’s the Scilly photo album. Hope you like close up photos of flowers!
On the same trip we rocked quite a bit of Cornwall. So that’s next.
Highlights included Mount St Michael’s. (Which is good because Penzance was otherwise incandescently shit.)
And -wonder of wonders- St Nectan’s Kieve and Tintagel. Legendary birthplace of King Arthur and rare vendor of Kendal Mint Cake.
These are photos taken from the outdoor chair that I pulled into my yard to doze on. I couldn’t be bothered/had too much cider to stand up so please ignore the composition.
Please also notice that not only are there no planes in the sky, there are also no clouds.
If you know London, you will understand that this is decidedly abnormal. It’s ringed with airports and, at any time, the planes are stacked five high, waiting to land. There is also a near-constant hum of…
Here’s a little slideshow pulled from my Flickr page of places I have been in the last few years. I’m surprised I don’t have a London album to pull from but I will rectify that when Spring actually starts here. (Currently it feels more like January.)
There are some signs of life, however. Here’s some phone photos of flowers from a fag.
Been a while since I put a recipe up but this just couldn’t be missed. Actually, I thought about calling this dish Deliaroni because it’s an EVEN LAZIER version of Delia’s mother’s macaroni recipe from How To Cheat At Cooking.
For those of you outside the UK who may not have heard of Delia, she is the country’s most famous food witch and ardent football fan, as well as being some kind of Christian or something. (So, one out of three, then.)
Anyway, like the rest of the country, I absolutely adore her… Even if she has steered me wrong with a couple of recipes. (There was that incident with minced lamb from a can. All I can say is I’m glad I don’t have that many Greek friends.)
But this particular one is off the hook. It’s definitely in the… Ahh… ‘English…
A catch up with some of my London-based school chums was long overdue.
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