The weekend
Back last night from a wonderful weekend with The Web*s.
Set off on Friday evening and struggled to contact Mark - both of our mobile phones were giving us issues for a variety of raisons, mostly because Mark hadn't paid his mobile bill because he's moving to Brazil. Finally got to Clapham and thence to their rather charming flat with possibly the biggest living room in the world. Matt B was also in attendance and had bagged the spare bed.
I growled my disapproval but lightened up as we set off for North London and Old Street to go for a night at Favella, a Brazilian bar which does exactly what it says on the tin. much drinking of Brazlian cocktails that Vicky knows the name of but I can't remember. We went through a couple of jugs of it amongst about 10 of us, with beer on top. Kinda tipsy but not drunk, which is the way to be.
I got my arse pinched, and then slapped by two different girls. Leery Brazilians, eh?
Saturday we made it out of the house. And to the pub. Home for a nap. Meal afterwards and then onto the Loft. Noticed all, as in all the girls were blonde. It was like some Arian drinking thing. Matt and I stayed on while Mark and Tav went back home. We were joined by Alice, Matt's pal from the Garrick. ruddyj unfortunately couldn't join us due to work commitments.
Sunday, Mark, Tav and I did a four hour walk across London which, whilst giving my foot a blister, was also lovely, taking in sights I hadn't seen before.
Sad to leave. Will hopefully see them on Thursday if I can get my sh!t together.
Mark and the very lovely Otavia. She's Brazilian, gorgeous, intelligent, totally a sweetheart and 26. I can't understand why he married her.
Matt: A receptical for cocktails and female phone numbers.
Disappointingly, they sell shoes.
"Where do you live?" "The Pavement, Mum." "Oh... Ok...."
Mark and Tav in a random pub in Notting Hill
And Mark and Tav, again.
Set off on Friday evening and struggled to contact Mark - both of our mobile phones were giving us issues for a variety of raisons, mostly because Mark hadn't paid his mobile bill because he's moving to Brazil. Finally got to Clapham and thence to their rather charming flat with possibly the biggest living room in the world. Matt B was also in attendance and had bagged the spare bed.
I growled my disapproval but lightened up as we set off for North London and Old Street to go for a night at Favella, a Brazilian bar which does exactly what it says on the tin. much drinking of Brazlian cocktails that Vicky knows the name of but I can't remember. We went through a couple of jugs of it amongst about 10 of us, with beer on top. Kinda tipsy but not drunk, which is the way to be.
I got my arse pinched, and then slapped by two different girls. Leery Brazilians, eh?
Saturday we made it out of the house. And to the pub. Home for a nap. Meal afterwards and then onto the Loft. Noticed all, as in all the girls were blonde. It was like some Arian drinking thing. Matt and I stayed on while Mark and Tav went back home. We were joined by Alice, Matt's pal from the Garrick. ruddyj unfortunately couldn't join us due to work commitments.
Sunday, Mark, Tav and I did a four hour walk across London which, whilst giving my foot a blister, was also lovely, taking in sights I hadn't seen before.
Sad to leave. Will hopefully see them on Thursday if I can get my sh!t together.
Mark and the very lovely Otavia. She's Brazilian, gorgeous, intelligent, totally a sweetheart and 26. I can't understand why he married her.
Matt: A receptical for cocktails and female phone numbers.
Disappointingly, they sell shoes.
"Where do you live?" "The Pavement, Mum." "Oh... Ok...."
Mark and Tav in a random pub in Notting Hill
And Mark and Tav, again.