The Weekend

Prologue

Now, don't think I'm selling you short. As usual there were cocktails a plenty on Wednesday at Lab which I still think serves some of the best drinks in town. And of course restaurants. We went to Mon Plaisir. This is the oldest French restaurant in London and is always good. Its very busy sometimes and is set over a number of smallish rooms but it doesn't feel claustrophobic. Take a date there, or even your parents. Very French yet also very friendly.

The whole working week was a blur. It seems I'm working hard again, I'm not sure I like it!

With that in mind the end of the week was inevitable yet also unexpected.

The Main Event

The Duke, James 'The Dane' and myself moved through Friday London on a small mission. A few beers, then a few more. A laddish start to the night. The Duke left early as other engagements pressed. The Dane and I started at a safe spot, Blend, where due to my long term patronage my favorite barman experimented with new ideas on us. Some were nice, some were not, but my oh my, they were all strong. On, on, we thought and attacked Lab (yes I know again). I must note though, that their Sidecars are special. Then on again to The Phoenix for a stabiliser and a headcount. As far as we could ascertain there were still two of us. A blurry two of us admittedly but still standing.

Food at Eds Diner restored a little balance...

We toddled off to The Rex...

...where we bumped into Slinx and a couple of her female friends. At this point, the night started to become (as billed) unexpected.

Now as I'm sure some of you will know. I'm not averse to a quick pick me up and the three muses were not short. Soon I was chatty lucid and awake again. James at this point had a rest. His eyes were tired. Quite sensibly he made a gallant exit. He had fought valiantly considering he, unlike me, had managed to keep to his detox, no booze January.

3AM

It was decided (possibly by me) we should all travel to my house for more drinks. This doesn't happen often as I live quite a way out of town. None the less, we made it. On our arrival at Cat Cottage I think I may have said to someone that I had a headache. Slinx friend who seemed quite caring insisted that I should have an aspirin. At least I think that's what she said? Are aspirins also called "h'eees"?

From this point on I shall refer to Slinx's friend as the 'friendly herbalist'

I'm also beginning to realise that under that demure, butter woudnt melt exterior, Slinx is far more dangerous than previously thought. Where will it all end?

I didn't get out much for 10 years or so, much to the amusement of some. After Saturday morning I wish I had. I have a tiny inkling into why on earth people dance around for hours and hours, sometimes with happy grins on their faces.

Its a shame all good things have to end. I had a lovely time. I think they did to...

Was there a Saturday?

On Sunday we went and lay on the floor and watched the ceiling and the sun at the Tate Modern.

All in all, a charming weekend...I want it all over again.


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