03/06/19 - 09/06/19
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satyricaThe weather's been all over the place but was at least initially very sunny when I met up with ex-colleague S at The Windsor Castle in Kensington, which had some lovely old woodwork, a sizeable beer garden and one of the guys that volunteered in our office over the winter behind the bar and I couldn't remember his name. . . I headed up to N's afterwards as his housemate C was nominally having birthday drinks but we were all pretty zombified so just hung out watching trash from youtube. I went over to L's Tuesday evening, one of the Badgers came over too and we had dinner before a quick game of Romans Go Home.
On Wednesday I went over to the Shacklewell Arms and saw some bands: first up were The Novus, young guitary guys, their lead singer a whirl of flailing limbs and corkscrew hair, then Dirty Orange, Essex rockers I've come across a few times. I was there for Sheafs, who were great, although the crowd never quite took off as much as previous times I've seen them. N and I met in Soho the following evening for some food off Old Compton St, although we'd both started coming down with something and headed home our separate ways.
R&P were up from Southampton for the weekend and staying over: they weren't getting to mine until late on the Friday, after a trip to the O2, but I just chilled at home anyway, then the next day we went down to Tate Modern where N sherpaed us around, then returned home for a meal; I'd made my first ever pavlova under R's watchful guidance, which is somewhat incredible given my lifelong obsession with it. After they headed off on Sunday, the usual crowd headed over to Ealing to inspect Cousin A's new flat, which he'd finally moved into after many trials and tribulations, then had a roast at a heaving local pub. After M&I trekked home we celebrated setting up her new TV by finally starting the last series of Game of Thrones.
On Wednesday I went over to the Shacklewell Arms and saw some bands: first up were The Novus, young guitary guys, their lead singer a whirl of flailing limbs and corkscrew hair, then Dirty Orange, Essex rockers I've come across a few times. I was there for Sheafs, who were great, although the crowd never quite took off as much as previous times I've seen them. N and I met in Soho the following evening for some food off Old Compton St, although we'd both started coming down with something and headed home our separate ways.
R&P were up from Southampton for the weekend and staying over: they weren't getting to mine until late on the Friday, after a trip to the O2, but I just chilled at home anyway, then the next day we went down to Tate Modern where N sherpaed us around, then returned home for a meal; I'd made my first ever pavlova under R's watchful guidance, which is somewhat incredible given my lifelong obsession with it. After they headed off on Sunday, the usual crowd headed over to Ealing to inspect Cousin A's new flat, which he'd finally moved into after many trials and tribulations, then had a roast at a heaving local pub. After M&I trekked home we celebrated setting up her new TV by finally starting the last series of Game of Thrones.
