Nobody Came Home

Birthday dinner last night was very quiet. On the downside, due to bouts of sickness, work, trips to Australia and the like, the friends count was extremely low. On the upside, I was able to catch up with long lost friend and Waddi Rum alumnus, Sal and her fiance Paul.

It is comforting to see friends happy and Sal seemed so much more comfortable and at ease than I have ever seen her before, maybe because she needs to be happy for two now. There is going to be a little Sally in September, which is quite funny because Sal is far and away the littlist person I know.

Home (in restaurant mode) was the love child of Fitzroy retro-chic and London fashion-chic. Food was reasonable. I went all English and had a pea and ham and chicken and mushroom pie. Rog had oysters (and he never will again). Lovely ambience and wonderful "chit chat".

Home (in club mode) was the ugly unplanned bastard of Hillary Duff and some shit house DJ who was too off his head on pills to care who he was doing. And the crowd was loving it. Total time spend downstairs in the club: 2 seconds.

More photos of the evening (basically of me) are here!

Tags: London, nightlife, birthday