I think I need to lay down at the thought.
Anyway, as she is leaving me in jolly old blighty with my brolly and thermal knickers I thought I needed to set the record straight. Or get a few digs in. You choose.
So. Big news. Yesterday was my last day in Notting Hell. I have been a little concerned that I had nothing to replace the supply of champagne tokens that I got from being there, so, was exceptionally pleased to be holed up in a Caffé Nero on a telephone interview with Megacorp. Well, when I say pleased, I did miss having lunch, which was probably a good thing in hindsight. After all, we decided to have an unexpected weigh-in owing to my flatmate not being here on Monday. We won't issuing the figures.
|Not Contrary Towers|
Some hours later, they talked to me for a long time, or I talked to them anyway, I do rather go on a bit, I was skipping towards the District Line and a quick journey to Embankment and a session looking at the Chris Ofili paintings hanging at the National Gallery's Metamorphosis exhibition. The plan was I would look at those, for the second time, whilst my flatmate was in a lecture, then we'd find some mischief to get in to.
The funny thing was, we couldn't and after mentally drawing a blank... Found a comedy event as we walked through Covent Garden. Oh. We got tickets and, as we had time, wandered over to the Strada on Great Queen Street for a spot of something Italian and something champagney. As you do. It was definitely the highlight of the evening as, frankly, the comedy event was, what's the word? Shite. You live and learn. It was an awful venue, okay for a hotel, but comedy? No. I am trying to wash the memory from my mind.
We returned to Contrary Towers, slightly squiffy from champagne and vodka, which is the Friday entry for the diet and a good night sleep. Saturday would be doing stuff and, err, stuff.
The Parlour for half egg benedicts and coffee.
Which must be diet food as it was an itsy bitsy portion!
|I did win... Once. Pfft.|
She was also quite surprised when I did manage to win one game. I shall retire whilst I'm ahead.
The only trouble with sitting there was we discovered the concept of the breakfast martini. We didn't have one but thought it would be a fine way to spend the afternoon. But... We had no martini glasses! So, off to Waitrose/John Lewis for a quick emergency purchase of martini glasses, limes, marmalade, grapefruit juice, ice and...
|The Limehouse Half Cut...|
So, how to make, add a cocktail shaker capful of orange vodka to the shaker with ice and a big spoon of orange marmalade (fine cut), shake like a mad thing. Add the mix to chilled glasses, add grapefruit juice, rub the edge with limes and pop the limes in.
Drink. Fall over.
|...by Limehouse Cut|
Meanwhile I'll have a luxurious lay in then wander over to St Katherine's dock to be suutably decadent.
After all, it will be Sunday...