Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Fish Supper.

Took smahlady for a slap up sushi meal on Sunday night. She had no idea where we were going, so the fact that the first thing we saw when getting off the tube in darkest Ealing was a Harvester made my heart leap, and hers sink. "I booked you a table somewhere special darling".

The sushi place was top draw and it's reasuring when you are the only non-Japanese people in there. Always a good sign. Moving to the pub across the road afterwards made me proud to be British. The sudden shift from clean, fresh and polite, to drunken, smoky and foul mouthed brought a tear to my eye. And they say English culture is dead.

"Sodom and Gomorrah!"

For me though, the high point of the evening was coming back through Hammersmith at the exact moment the Pet Shop Boys concert ended and getting caught up in the tide of bummers flowing out the main doors. We could hardly move for shaved heads and tight t shirts, no cliche left out. Ooooooooooooooh I love you gay guys.

Plus I got checked out fairly blatantly on tube by a couple of handsome chaps, boosting my ego and amusing smahlady to boot. Almost makes me miss living in SE11.


Tuesday, May 22, 2007

I am Captain Barbosa.

Saw a young lass on the tube this morining, on her notepad she had written:

Ooooh how I love that. It makes me miss the days when at every meeting we would commandeer the flip chart and fill it with meaningless ridiculous acronyms.
A-ction I-mage M-anagement and the like.
Sadly all my playmates have departed and the fun stopped. Honestly this place is running on such a skeleton staff it is starting to resemble the Black Pearl.

Me all lonely yesterday.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Movin' to the Country!

Gonna eat a lot of Apples and Pears. Well we are talking Worcestershire.

I saw that Sian Lloyd off of the telly on Tuesday.

Blimey she's tall.