What did you do last night mate? I got bloody blind.
Looking back I guess it was inevtiable but I was surprised at the time. Kicked off at 3.45 with a pair of commercial ciders (no slice, have decided that isn't the way forward) with Edwin (good to see him sporting an excellent beard, makes him look more northern alpha male).
Then off to Century, I decided to walk from Green Park, foolish! I'm not sure I could have produced more sweat, I knew I was in a bad state and this was confirmed when I looked in the mirror to see that my shirt was saturated. Whilst the dress code is relaxed at Century I'm pretty sure that even the coolest of cats aren't sporting the saturated sweaty shirt look - not good, especially as there was a table of ladies next to me. They may have had looks of shock and awe but not in a positive way.
Anyway, Dermot treated me to 2 excellent bottles of white wine, some fat chips, mini pork belly and mash (very good) and some potatoes with cheese and bacon - always a winner! I was already under the gun at this point and then the Designator and GT arrived and more wine ensued, I finished as the Designator likes to say 'boxed'.
To top off the night I fell off my bloody chair - not due to the drink, obviously, but thanks to its design and a very slippery floor on the roof garden, honestly. My flying chair almost wiped out some media luvvie too.
I staggered into the night thinking I would take the tube and train home, that resolve lasted 3 paces before I fell into a taxi struggling to stay awake.
The day had started on a healthy note, Dorset Cereals (cranberry version) and cod with peas and bacon for lunch. I guess the evening part shows why I never got close to losing 2 stone but at least I have drunken fun.
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