Never go to a pub in the city
Mar. 29th, 2002 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fluffymarkNightmare pub. All Bar One. On Cannon Street. At 5:30pm in the rush hour. On the day before Good friday bank holiday. Aaaaaaaaargh! How I got managed to be pursuaded to go there I don't know, but I went and sardines doesn't begin to describe it. Sardines in suits and ties. Fat old businessmen going there to be 'seen'. Annoying bints that push into you. Total city slime hell. Not my idea of a good time out.
How come the one book I'm looking for no longer seems to be stocked in shops? The big huge piccadilly store of Waterstones doesn't even stock it. I know I can look online, but then I can't use book tokens. Maybe i'm getting obsessive about a book, and maybe I can live without it. But now it's getting to the status of 'Holy grail' and I want to find it just for the sake of finding it. Am I nuts to think this? I think I am.
The 'Pulcinella', an Italian restaurant in soho has sure gone downhill since I last visited it. I went there a year ago and recall a delightful meal. This time the service was utterly dire and catt and myself felt ignored by the staff. Food was divine, but by the time it arrived i'd worked myself into quite a bad state. Catt unfortunately ended up with a headache and didn't enjoy the meal, and also couldn't contribute much to the conversation. I've had to nurse her all the way back home and buy her aspirins (at a ridiculous price) at a newsagent just to get her working again. Poor catt. I've just now put her to bed with intimate snuggles and cuddles and I hope she'll be ok in the morning. Do I care for her a little too much? I don't know.
How come the one book I'm looking for no longer seems to be stocked in shops? The big huge piccadilly store of Waterstones doesn't even stock it. I know I can look online, but then I can't use book tokens. Maybe i'm getting obsessive about a book, and maybe I can live without it. But now it's getting to the status of 'Holy grail' and I want to find it just for the sake of finding it. Am I nuts to think this? I think I am.
The 'Pulcinella', an Italian restaurant in soho has sure gone downhill since I last visited it. I went there a year ago and recall a delightful meal. This time the service was utterly dire and catt and myself felt ignored by the staff. Food was divine, but by the time it arrived i'd worked myself into quite a bad state. Catt unfortunately ended up with a headache and didn't enjoy the meal, and also couldn't contribute much to the conversation. I've had to nurse her all the way back home and buy her aspirins (at a ridiculous price) at a newsagent just to get her working again. Poor catt. I've just now put her to bed with intimate snuggles and cuddles and I hope she'll be ok in the morning. Do I care for her a little too much? I don't know.
