Monday 22 March 2004 5.12pm
Cheers James and Alan.
(I thought about the Shadwell place, but W'minster was nearer, and there was a certain romance about sailing on the river. Mind you, that was before we went for a walk along the embankment yesterday in the howling winds! Shadwell begins to sound better and better.)
(On a totally unrelated note, but maybe of interest to you Alan, I went back to Herefordshire for the traditional "throw money at the bookies Festival" at Cheltenham last week. Forgotten how fantastic it is to be in a pub with a CHOICE of nice ciders. Think the barmen knew I was from out of town when they saw me drooling at the pumps, almost speechless with choice. Soon remembered that there was no rush and so I could have a pint of each one. Also have great respect for the New Forest cider man in Borough market. I knew it must be good when I saw one of the awfully-awfully Wandsworth mum brigade trying to discreetly tip her half pint away with a shocked look on her perma-tanned face, but it proved to be better than good, and very fast-working. Mrs I said she started feeling pretty cidered half way down her first glass - and I don't think that was due to slow drinking).
...there's plenty more c**** in the cup.