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So.
On Thursday, after the amazing kid experience, and the drug rep giving me a second stethoscope (what are they like, buses?) Rebecca, Colin (who is not a medical student, is seeing a friend of mine, works at Colchester General and is older than us) and I went to this Colin-recommended pub called The Yew Tree. Rebecca drove me there (her having a car is proving handy), even though we made several wrong turns along the way.
It was lovely. Really. If you ever find yourself in Colchester, go there. It's ostensibly a pseudo-country pub. It's in the middle of a field, as the best pseudo-country pubs are, with a ?thatched roof - well, it wasn't thatching exactly, but it had some kind of netting holding it all together, a picturesque enough roof, and is dark and wooden inside, with ceiling beams. The pseudo bit: there was jazz playing all night, like certain London gastro pubs, and they have an in-house tarot reader. Very pseudo.
I had chicken breasts stuffed with camembert and wrapped in bacon, Colin had a shoulder of lamb, and Becks had scampi and chips. It was tasty. I had my drinks paid for me, and I wasn't drinking alcohol anyway because the other two were driving and so weren't, so I'll have to find out prices at a later date.
And I have to go back for pudding, because we ate bought cake, which Colin predictably/surprisingly brought out, candled, at the end of our meal. The cake was good but I was very tempted by the puddings.
On Friday in London I saw a lot of people I like, whom I haven't seen in ages, and we went and ate a lot at Tas Firin, which really sounds like it should be a city in Gondor. The inside was small and bizarrely decorated. There were lots of wall adornments, which included the usual kebab shop staples of plastic vegetables on strings, plus cloth animals in strange settings. There was a cloth chicken sat near the ceiling on a cloth nest, with some cloth snakes winding up vertically towards the nest. The chicken had a pretty calm expression on its face, considering. The food was very tasty, and cheap, and the portions were large. It was cheap enough to order starters, which we did, and were duly stuffed.
Afterwards we went to the nearest Weatherspoons, which happened to be an old man pub, and I had a pint. A PINT. I remember in the first and second years, people I knew had their 21st birthdays and got plastered. Mine seems sedate in comparison. Sedate and involving gorgeous food.
edit: So, does this all mean that I'm old before my time? Because that's blatantly not true, seeing as how I'm younger than everyone else in my year. Oh well. Whatever, right? Right.
On Thursday, after the amazing kid experience, and the drug rep giving me a second stethoscope (what are they like, buses?) Rebecca, Colin (who is not a medical student, is seeing a friend of mine, works at Colchester General and is older than us) and I went to this Colin-recommended pub called The Yew Tree. Rebecca drove me there (her having a car is proving handy), even though we made several wrong turns along the way.
It was lovely. Really. If you ever find yourself in Colchester, go there. It's ostensibly a pseudo-country pub. It's in the middle of a field, as the best pseudo-country pubs are, with a ?thatched roof - well, it wasn't thatching exactly, but it had some kind of netting holding it all together, a picturesque enough roof, and is dark and wooden inside, with ceiling beams. The pseudo bit: there was jazz playing all night, like certain London gastro pubs, and they have an in-house tarot reader. Very pseudo.
I had chicken breasts stuffed with camembert and wrapped in bacon, Colin had a shoulder of lamb, and Becks had scampi and chips. It was tasty. I had my drinks paid for me, and I wasn't drinking alcohol anyway because the other two were driving and so weren't, so I'll have to find out prices at a later date.
And I have to go back for pudding, because we ate bought cake, which Colin predictably/surprisingly brought out, candled, at the end of our meal. The cake was good but I was very tempted by the puddings.
On Friday in London I saw a lot of people I like, whom I haven't seen in ages, and we went and ate a lot at Tas Firin, which really sounds like it should be a city in Gondor. The inside was small and bizarrely decorated. There were lots of wall adornments, which included the usual kebab shop staples of plastic vegetables on strings, plus cloth animals in strange settings. There was a cloth chicken sat near the ceiling on a cloth nest, with some cloth snakes winding up vertically towards the nest. The chicken had a pretty calm expression on its face, considering. The food was very tasty, and cheap, and the portions were large. It was cheap enough to order starters, which we did, and were duly stuffed.
Afterwards we went to the nearest Weatherspoons, which happened to be an old man pub, and I had a pint. A PINT. I remember in the first and second years, people I knew had their 21st birthdays and got plastered. Mine seems sedate in comparison. Sedate and involving gorgeous food.
edit: So, does this all mean that I'm old before my time? Because that's blatantly not true, seeing as how I'm younger than everyone else in my year. Oh well. Whatever, right? Right.