Since You've Been Gone...

...I can breathe for the first time! (sorry, got carried away)

Last night was my first (or second, can't remember, too tired) night at home since the boys arrived.

Spent last Thursday at Rupert Street Bar (where we saw these dashing fellows taking a break from The Canterbury Tales,) then at a cheerful little Thai restaurant in Soho(hoho). In between I went and saw Renaissance and they kept drinking. They can't remember the restaurant and I am trying to forget the film (I'll have more on that one later, fucking French!)


Friday was "Let's Catch Up With All Of Rick and JP's Friends" Night. Laaaaaaaaaarverly people. We started at the Pitcher and Piano in Soho(hohoho hum) and finished in Fiction. In between were many pints, many more laughs and an inordinate number of dramas. Snaps go out to Gary and Leigh and Helen and Suz and the rest of the crew. Fantastic people.

Saturday found us out in Ladywell for a barbecue at Helen and Knives' we-bought-this-from-a-Dead-Or-Alive-bandmember house with the deathtrap stairwell. What shall we say about the barbecue girls? Do you remember the magic nose goblins from Ren and Stimpy? Well that is what the grill, which was upside down, looked like when it was lifted up and righted. Oh, and it had a sausage left on it from last summer.

The cooking production went something like this: wash grill, coals in, coals lit, grill on (right way up), sausages on, sausages off, coals out (but still lit), charcoal grate in, coals in (again), more coals in, sausages on... and off we go. As payback I burnt all the food but it was still tasty. Thanks muchly ladies, it was a blast. LOVED the stories! (sorry we couldn't stay for the singalong).

Sunday we ended up in Kew watching the cricket. It was a whole different experience watching cricket in England. Silly really. Kew is lovely. We had every intention of visiting the gardens but for £11.75 (plus £5 for the palace and £3.50 for the pagoda) we thought we'd rather just stab ourselves in the thigh with a fork. Rick showed up so the day turned alcoholic. Nothing serious, just some wine and some Pimms washed down with some pizza and a dvd later that night.

Breathe in, breathe out... Monday. Left straight from work to drop in on Rick, newly arrived Nina, and her boyfriend, Jonathan Rhys Meyers. More alcohol, more great people, more sun.

Now all the fun is over. The boys are leaving for Manchester today (actually, JP has been in Ireland most of the time eating his boiled chicken and potatoes).


No, you are right, the fun doesn't stop here. We are heading up with them.

Then, of course, it is back for lunch with the girls on Sunday. Will the fun never cease?

p.s. I miss my barbecue. I hope you are looking after it sister-mine.

Tags: London, photos, friends