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Mar. 17th, 2003 04:33 pmA nice weekend....
Saturday morning out with Em who was taking part in a Ceroc Busk at Asda. This is sorta the dancing equivalent of the Hare Krsna People chanting their way up and down Oxford Street. Sorta. Was fun to watch - even though I confess I was briefly seduced away by the lure of doing the weekly shop (in Sainsbury).
In the afternoon, to Bromley, pearl of the south, where I accidentally bought some nice troosies from FCUK and Em likewise some nice tops.
Thence to Suzanne's to poke The Girls with sticks. They were in quiet mode - heads buried in books - always a pleasing sight when Young Minds are involved.
In the evening Em went out dancing to the Ravioli Ballroom - I stayed in and drank Burgundy. It's a toss up who had the better time :-)
Sunday - being a beautiful day an' all - we took to the car and headed off Windsor way. What a pleasant place it is. Actually, what a pleasant place the restauarnt we ended up in was (although we did mooch around the French market in Eton High Street which was very redolent of...er...France). I like restaurants who serve their bread in huge chunks on a platter accompanied by a whole head of roasted garlic and a bottle of olive oil. My sort of place.
Maybe cos I pigged out on the bread, but the main course was not as exciting as it sounded - a brochette of venison, chorizo and black pudding served with linguine. It was very tasty - but way too big. Perhaps they cater for the American Appetite in Windsor....
Home to loll around and eventually watch the DVD of Hair. Hmmm.... not as good as the stage show. And then we watched Lock Stock... unheard of to watch two films in a row... very slothful...
I like sloth.
Saturday morning out with Em who was taking part in a Ceroc Busk at Asda. This is sorta the dancing equivalent of the Hare Krsna People chanting their way up and down Oxford Street. Sorta. Was fun to watch - even though I confess I was briefly seduced away by the lure of doing the weekly shop (in Sainsbury).
In the afternoon, to Bromley, pearl of the south, where I accidentally bought some nice troosies from FCUK and Em likewise some nice tops.
Thence to Suzanne's to poke The Girls with sticks. They were in quiet mode - heads buried in books - always a pleasing sight when Young Minds are involved.
In the evening Em went out dancing to the Ravioli Ballroom - I stayed in and drank Burgundy. It's a toss up who had the better time :-)
Sunday - being a beautiful day an' all - we took to the car and headed off Windsor way. What a pleasant place it is. Actually, what a pleasant place the restauarnt we ended up in was (although we did mooch around the French market in Eton High Street which was very redolent of...er...France). I like restaurants who serve their bread in huge chunks on a platter accompanied by a whole head of roasted garlic and a bottle of olive oil. My sort of place.
Maybe cos I pigged out on the bread, but the main course was not as exciting as it sounded - a brochette of venison, chorizo and black pudding served with linguine. It was very tasty - but way too big. Perhaps they cater for the American Appetite in Windsor....
Home to loll around and eventually watch the DVD of Hair. Hmmm.... not as good as the stage show. And then we watched Lock Stock... unheard of to watch two films in a row... very slothful...
I like sloth.
