Tuesday, 14 June 2011
i go for a real ale before the tagliatelle
One of those 'hold the phone to the window' videos of the approach to Waterloo.
I was actually heading for a pub in the vicinity of the station to talk of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings with a misplaced friend.
Randomly, on the way I spotted another tie-wearing friend as I cut across the Waterloo concourse and the two of us calculated the gap of some 3 years since we'd last sipped together.
The consequence will be another excuse for a get together somewhere around the city.
And then onward to an evening featuring real ale before moving into the tagliatelle stage. A proper example of "Pronto?"