Of soup and feathers
The broccoli and almond soup that we had tonight at The Stockpot is repeating on me.
The Stockpot near Haymarket is a cheap restaurant and a strange place, full of taxi drivers, and lonely and slightly loony customers, some talking to themselves or to some imaginary friends, some reading the paper and some drowning their dining companion in a flood of verbal diarrhoea.
We dined there after a trip to the cinema to see "Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang".
The film was mindless fun, but not as good as the first one but still enjoyable.
The bird in the film (Mr. Edelweiss, I believe) is a crow and for some reason reminded me of the hat I wore during my military service.
The Alpini (according to Wikipedia the 'oldest active mountain infantry in the world')
sport a single black feather on their not-very-fetching headgear.
Adrian saw pictures of me in my uniform and hat but. as they are all at my parents', you'll be spared such unbecoming sight!
The Stockpot near Haymarket is a cheap restaurant and a strange place, full of taxi drivers, and lonely and slightly loony customers, some talking to themselves or to some imaginary friends, some reading the paper and some drowning their dining companion in a flood of verbal diarrhoea.
We dined there after a trip to the cinema to see "Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang".
The film was mindless fun, but not as good as the first one but still enjoyable.
The bird in the film (Mr. Edelweiss, I believe) is a crow and for some reason reminded me of the hat I wore during my military service.
The Alpini (according to Wikipedia the 'oldest active mountain infantry in the world')
sport a single black feather on their not-very-fetching headgear.
Adrian saw pictures of me in my uniform and hat but. as they are all at my parents', you'll be spared such unbecoming sight!