The Big J Returns And The Little M Departs

The Arrival.

Yet another old friend was around this weekend. Big J, so called due to his towering height, which is always handy at the bar, has returned to this crazy city after, oooh more than 20 years away in a dark place sometimes referred to as the 'Madlands'

I went to school with him. Yes dear reader I did indeed, once go to school. At least occasionally.

We met for a quiet Friday night drink.

He had been reading this page so persuaded me to show him some of my grubby haunts.

Oh dear, it happened again. Mojitos at Freud (no link cos I can't find one and even if I told you where it was you still woud'nt find it) Drinks at Blend (of course) then on to Lab which I do like, especially as the barman mixes my own Mint Martini Hoof to perfection.

Mint Martini Hoof - My Cocktail of the month for September, browse on the right if memory eludes you.

Oh god! Even worse! We ended at the Rex (again). I think I do actually mean ended as well.

My weekend was rather quiet after that. Why on earth do I put myself through it?

Top notch fun. Welcome back J!

The Departure

Some of you will know that I have long been the keeper of two wards. Morgan and Mouse.

Morgan departed this evening and has gone to join her former, part owner. She's one pussy I will certainly miss. Mouse is still here. He's a faulty cat as he dribbles when stroked and often cries at the wall for hours on end. We are both sad that Morgan has gone and as I speak Mouse is lying near Morgon's old sleeping ground with a wistful, heartbroken look in his eye. I don't know why, she really never liked him at all.

Cest La Vie...