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As I sat in The Ship on Saturday night I have to admit that I didn't expect to be joined by the Berkshire Ladies Darts Team but that's what happened. They staggered in from the smaller bar wearing witches hats and claws and yeah they were scary as hell. I can't imagine many men would be brave enough to go toe to toe with this gang, so when they asked if it was ok to sit at our table we weren't going to say no.

Fletch and I entertained Jane, a natural talker, and one who described herself as the thinnest, at 15 stone she might well have been. Flat Head, Bad Tooth also plonked herself down, she earned this moniker due to the fact she had a flat top mullet and a rotting front tooth, sometimes nicknames make themselves up. They were actually thoroughly entertaining and I even got felt up by Jane, who also told me her 24 yr old son would be proud. I have no idea what that meant, hopefully it wasn't alluding to the fact that she planned to have me. Luckily I was spared and they went off in search of a livlier night, Fletch and I weren't wild enough to satisfy this bunch of hardened boozers, they'd been on the sauce all day and needed to go through the gears and they clearly thought we didn't have the minerals. Jane told me you have to be fat to play darts, last night didn't change my opinion. But as I say they were good fun and I hope they win their fixture, somewhat scarily playing at Wandsworth Prison (I'm sure it's not actually in the prison but they wouldn't have been scared if it was). Oh by the way Jane told me I smoked like a girl and thats why I am single, or as she put it "haven't sorted my fucking life out", I'll look into it.

Earlier in the day I had a lovely Autumnal walk along the South Bank to, you guessed it, Borough Market. Trent told me the other day that the Yanks are trying to claim falling browning leaves as something unique to them and that they target 'leaf peepers' to book holidays to see this incredible act of mother nature. Well bloody hell we should do the same, I saw plenty of falling brown leaves on my walk.

Kicked off the Borough Market trip with a visit to Monmouth Coffee Company, their coffee really is the best (I love Fernanadez & Wells but they get their coffee from these guys) but the queues are absurd. However, if you buy some coffee beans you can order a coffee at the same time and skip the queue, cunning eh. I got some Brazilian beans and got them groud down, the smell is amazing.

I'm looking to do some spicy beef wraps and an indonesian pork stir fry this week so I picked up the ingredients for that, including some salsa and tortillas from a lovely mexican lady. I also picked up the ingedients for a corn beef hash which I have just eaten; pretty tasty (although I did burn it a bit as I was attmepting to get the internet to obey my simple demands), deffo have it with strong mustard. As part of the preparation for this I had to boil my first beetroot, not as exciting as drinking with Berkshire Darts Ladies but still pleasing.