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Last night we went drinking in the Bountiful Cow, a charming venue behind the College of Law (round the corner from the Square Pig, if you need a point of reference). Darien forewarned me that it was "beef themed" and I dismissively thought he was being extraordinary, however he proved quite right: glass cases around the bar were filled with elegant displays of raw meat, while downstairs the bulk of the pub turned out to be a steak restaurant. As there was no seating upstairs, we ended up down there.
Darien ate a steak sandwich, although as it is usual to consume at least the majority of your supper I suppose - rounding down - it is more accurate to say he did not eat at all. His steak sandwich was sufficiently large to feed a family of three, and I have it on the authority of good friends that the UN is currently considering adopting it as a medium of mass nutrition for famine zones. I had the burger and made a rather better show of consuming it, managing perhaps 75% before declaring full. Seamus played his cards closer to his chest, eating a small puddle of steak tatare and thus whetting rather than sating his hunger. With our cutlery laid down he was able to duck and dive across our plates, sweeping up our leftovers and leaving all three of us comfortably satisfied and our plates polished clean.
Abi was there too, but she's a vegetarian so could not engage in this meat-fuelled game game. She had a giant bowl of tomatoes and a giant bowl of chips. Somewhere, in the shimmering mysteries of Earth 5.2, there is probably a Bountiful Pomodoro where tomatoes are elegantly displayed in glass cases, and a rare meat eater works his way through a bowl of grey mince while his friends tuck into tomatoey treats.
Luke made a rare appearance, thus proving the old addage that he usually turns up at least once a year. He stayed long enough to make startling revelations about Repton 3 before whisking himself off into the night.
Once full of food and wine, I hopped in a taxi for home and watched my third series this year of The Apprentice. I hated it, absolutely loathed it, but suspect I will watch again next week and get hooked. The first episode contrasted heavily with The Apprentice New Zealand which I watched earlier this year. In NZ, all the contestants were fresh faced, enthusiastic, sincere and - can you imagine it! - competent! They also kicked off with a sausage task, but both teams came up with sensible business strategies and actually did rather well. I realise we have grown rather used to the idea that we watch the Apprentice because we want to laugh at idiots fucking up, but the NZ version was altogether more interesting, and when things went wrong you cared and when things were funny you laughed with them. Maybe this is how the UK version started too. Maybe we're all just dirty cynics. Actually, this is how The Junior Apprentice was too. Perhaps they should just ditch the UK adult version.
And that brings us to ... (checks watch) ... now.
Darien ate a steak sandwich, although as it is usual to consume at least the majority of your supper I suppose - rounding down - it is more accurate to say he did not eat at all. His steak sandwich was sufficiently large to feed a family of three, and I have it on the authority of good friends that the UN is currently considering adopting it as a medium of mass nutrition for famine zones. I had the burger and made a rather better show of consuming it, managing perhaps 75% before declaring full. Seamus played his cards closer to his chest, eating a small puddle of steak tatare and thus whetting rather than sating his hunger. With our cutlery laid down he was able to duck and dive across our plates, sweeping up our leftovers and leaving all three of us comfortably satisfied and our plates polished clean.
Abi was there too, but she's a vegetarian so could not engage in this meat-fuelled game game. She had a giant bowl of tomatoes and a giant bowl of chips. Somewhere, in the shimmering mysteries of Earth 5.2, there is probably a Bountiful Pomodoro where tomatoes are elegantly displayed in glass cases, and a rare meat eater works his way through a bowl of grey mince while his friends tuck into tomatoey treats.
Luke made a rare appearance, thus proving the old addage that he usually turns up at least once a year. He stayed long enough to make startling revelations about Repton 3 before whisking himself off into the night.
Once full of food and wine, I hopped in a taxi for home and watched my third series this year of The Apprentice. I hated it, absolutely loathed it, but suspect I will watch again next week and get hooked. The first episode contrasted heavily with The Apprentice New Zealand which I watched earlier this year. In NZ, all the contestants were fresh faced, enthusiastic, sincere and - can you imagine it! - competent! They also kicked off with a sausage task, but both teams came up with sensible business strategies and actually did rather well. I realise we have grown rather used to the idea that we watch the Apprentice because we want to laugh at idiots fucking up, but the NZ version was altogether more interesting, and when things went wrong you cared and when things were funny you laughed with them. Maybe this is how the UK version started too. Maybe we're all just dirty cynics. Actually, this is how The Junior Apprentice was too. Perhaps they should just ditch the UK adult version.
And that brings us to ... (checks watch) ... now.