So it's been a bit depressing over the last couple of nights when the 24hr BP Garage has become my diner. It's not quite as bad as it sounds as there is an M&S in there but I doubt it would convince Frenchmen to upsticks and move over for the culinary delights (on reflection this is no bad thing, we don't want to encourage the French to live here).
Thursday night saw me stagger into the BP having celebrated the Designator's 40th. We kicked off at Mulligans drinking some lovely pints of G and then suddenly we shifted gears, partly my fault as I led the chaps off to the bar at the May Fair Hotel. It was jam packed with ladies, although I don't think I'd be incorrect if I said at least 80% were hookers. Former England player Ben Clark was in there tucking into a delightful young blonde (note I don't think she was on the game). Ben had an excellent paunch on him; on this evidence he is loving retirement. Drinks aren't cheap here by the way, they ask you to part with £11.70 for a vodka n'tonic.
We then headed across the road into the Buddah Bar, £15 to get in, we got led to a table and I was thinking hello where has this VIP action come from? Sadly it came from a missunderstanding, they thought we wanted to part with some amazing amount of cash for bottle service, no thank you. We shuffled to the bar, no longer looking quite such a bunch of playas, and drank beers. I have to say it was packed full of cunts but crikey there were some good looking ladies in there, sadly it was a school night and I had an appointment with BP. Whilst waiting to be served there were some drunk people making some shocking drunk muching purchases; prawns post booze? Onion rings that need to be heated in the oven, clearly they weren't factoring in the whole warming the oven up time issue. Amateurs. I took home the special Christmas sandwich and a vegetable samosa (opting to eat it cold of course).
We then headed across the road into the Buddah Bar, £15 to get in, we got led to a table and I was thinking hello where has this VIP action come from? Sadly it came from a missunderstanding, they thought we wanted to part with some amazing amount of cash for bottle service, no thank you. We shuffled to the bar, no longer looking quite such a bunch of playas, and drank beers. I have to say it was packed full of cunts but crikey there were some good looking ladies in there, sadly it was a school night and I had an appointment with BP. Whilst waiting to be served there were some drunk people making some shocking drunk muching purchases; prawns post booze? Onion rings that need to be heated in the oven, clearly they weren't factoring in the whole warming the oven up time issue. Amateurs. I took home the special Christmas sandwich and a vegetable samosa (opting to eat it cold of course).
Friday was my dear friend Fritzell's 30th and a lovely evening up on the rooftop at Century was had. An inspired venue choice as it meant we could all smoke without having to go out on the wet streets. I reckon non-smokers and those who have given up all indulged and had a puff or two, not least because I seemed to be supplying the bulk of the cigs. Took a cab home; somehow the taxi driver tried to magic up a fare of £52, ok, we made a few drop offs on the way to the BP but you can fuck right off my friend. I haggled hard and knocked off a massive £7, Donald Trump would have been proud. I wasn't aware it was quite so late, 3am (this was in no way partly due to the fact it took the birthday girl 15 minutes to get/wobble/stagger/trip down the stairs at Century) so I needed to make some quick eating decisions. My old pal the Christmas sandwich was an obvious choice and I picked up a pack of McCoys (steak flavour, my fav of their range).
Earlier in the week I'd actually made it home in time to have dinner; griddled lamb steaks with 'cheat' roast potatoes (get pan, add potatoes with garlic and rosemary to hot olive oil, cover and hey presto - shake a lot though otherwise it will be welded to the bottom of the pan). I also fired up some Orecchiette with broccoli and smoked pancetta. All fairly tasty but I've got a long way to go in my execution.
As for tonight well I suspect I have another date with the BP Diner as I'm off to some club for a birthday bash.
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