Well ... I chose wine. I have partaken of a wondrous assortment of whites, reds and dessert wines; not to mention brandies, calvados and liqueurs. And the perfectly chilled Nastro Azzuro beforehand.* All accompanied by a meal of the very highest standard, including Kobe beef and something equally unusual, the "food-miles" of which were, I'm sure, a resounding great big FUCK OFF to George Monbiot and his ilk.
It was all utterly magnificent. The company was superb, the conversation witty and intelligent. And for today, I really don't even care what the fuck politicians do.
Thanks to the customer who paid, thanks to old friends I saw, thanks to the restaurant that really blew me away again. You know who you are. Or maybe you don't. But I'm grateful either way.
I may blog again tomorrow, depending on the enormity of the hangover.
*If there are any typos in this post, I'm sure you'll forgive me under the circumstances!
7 comments:
You lucky, lucky, bashtard...
May your tongue stick to the roof of your mouth and your bum to the loo seat.
You have served our country, stepped up to the plate and have done your duty without fear or favour.... this is the very least you deserve.
I do hope that normal service will be resumed shortly, however... lest I lose my developing skills in Anglo-saxon.
As a keen drinker of red wines.... and, in days past, brandies.... way to go!
Kobe beef and posh plonk? Lucky sod. I had a bag of chips and a pickled egg washed down with a Krony. And I only had a pickled egg coz it's payday.
Go for it. There is more to life than sodding politics.
"Living well is the best revenge"
Ditto with the lucky bastard, BTW it's safe to let the kiddies play outside again, Michael Jackson has died. I guess those London shows are canceled.
Kobe beef eh Eating drunk cows is just so cool and they get a massage every day.
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