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Some of my pottering plans for yesterday were disrupted by an unexpected invitation from my old friends the DrunkPeople, to see the Lord Mayor's Show fireworks over the Thames. The display was as spectacular as ever, with a lot of interesting designer colours like pale mauve and peach, although it was only ten minutes long, compared to fifteen last year, possibly due to cutbacks in the City. They looked a bit like this, only in focus:
Then we fought on through the crowds on Waterloo Bridge to yet another very good restaurant on the South Bank, The Canteen, around the back of the Festival Hall. They do very good, proper English food, which is a nice change - I had very good fish and chips indeed (with proper mushy peas and home-made tartare sauce), Mrs DP had boiled beef and carrots, as in the song, and we finished off with gingerbread and stewed pears. Very good indeed. Then on to the National Theatre bar, where we drank fizzy wine, and and back across the bridge, now in driving rain, to the bus.
I got home at about one, and woke this morning with no hangover, surprisingly. It's Remembrance Day, today, and I could hear the guns for the two minute silence as I lay in my bath. This always makes me a little sad and pensive, as so it should. I hope the brother is OK.
Then we fought on through the crowds on Waterloo Bridge to yet another very good restaurant on the South Bank, The Canteen, around the back of the Festival Hall. They do very good, proper English food, which is a nice change - I had very good fish and chips indeed (with proper mushy peas and home-made tartare sauce), Mrs DP had boiled beef and carrots, as in the song, and we finished off with gingerbread and stewed pears. Very good indeed. Then on to the National Theatre bar, where we drank fizzy wine, and and back across the bridge, now in driving rain, to the bus.
I got home at about one, and woke this morning with no hangover, surprisingly. It's Remembrance Day, today, and I could hear the guns for the two minute silence as I lay in my bath. This always makes me a little sad and pensive, as so it should. I hope the brother is OK.