Another satisfying weekend tucked under my belt: there's now less than thirty of them left before I depart these fair shores so there's no time to waste! Friday was to St. Reatham to see
A.I. with
Iain - I actually liked it quite a lot, the whole thing seeming to work together a lot more than others had led me to believe. Saturday saw a truly face-filling nosh session at
Belgo in Convent Garden. Not being a fan of mussels, I thought I'd have some chicken. You want chicken? You have to have a half a chicken. Bloat. And to round off the weekend, a nice chilled afternoon using up old liqueur and watching Sigourney Weaver smoke seven shades out of nasty biting things with
Catherine,
Luke,
Paul,
Robyn and
Tom. Laahhverrrlee.
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