So, start a blog.
Easy - now I suppose you have to keep writing the damn thing.
So here goes, last post was a while back, and what memorable things have I managed to stick in my face since then.
Eat's French Onion Soup - always slightly disappointing I feel. Needs some kind of booze in it.
Certain nondescript sandwiches from Tesco's. Always too cold but I never have time to leave them to warm up.
Friday night started well with a brief cider tour of Soho (Addlestones, Old Rosie, Aspalls), small pitstop at the Tappit Hen for a birthday drink with The Hobbit and ended up at Aintnothinbut on Kingly Street with a man of slim stamina we'd not seen in a long time. We = me and The Hunter of Lucky Charms. Great band, mad crowd, Charm hunter got Lucky, nightbus home.
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Sucked in by that purveyor of fine Friday night fare, The Chick King.
Lovely guy on the counter provided chicken that was probably fried on Monday - still it hasn't killed me yet. - Five spicy wings, fries and a chicken portion for £3 at 3am. Not bad at all really.
My latest not hating myself strategy is to only eat as much as I can before I get home (generally about 50%) then put the rest in the bin.
Cider £??
Nightbus £1.50
Hangover reduction therapy £3
Not smelling/seeing fried chicken carcass on Saturday morning... well you can guess the rest.
More on that later.
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A disappointing burger and Kronenburg at the Hand & Racket (aka 'the train carriage' for lunch.
It is utterly beyond me how someone can bugger a burger, but they did.
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