london day two
What a day! Got up feeling a bit fuzzy after having stayed up way too late with Joe sampling his lovely Spanish wine collection… so at 9.30 this morning I found myself flying out the door with wet hair and in a state of semi-panic thinking I’d be late for the reason I came here in the first place. As it turned out I caught the bus straight away and just about made it on time (10-ish), and had quite an interesting day meeting other SimonSpeaks experts and learning more about the whole thing. When things finished just after 4pm I invited Florence Expert Nicky to come out with Madrid Expert Annie and me for a drink and a chat, which was quite fun. After that I went in search of an M&S to pick up some food as I had been promising Joe an “az carbonara” since the Hackney Gang was in Seville…
And so had a lovely comfy night at home with Clare & Joe.
A few pics above of stuff I saw and did.
Excellent…have fun!
‘Az carbonara’? Yum. *licks lips*
It could have been creamier but still turned out okay. Luckily Clare & Joe are garlic lovers like me.
Ah the Cheshire Cheese.
Glas to hear London is treating you OK. If you want to move meeting tomorrow back to 12 that’s fine but i was allowing for a stop off somewhere before lunch. We have quit a lot to catch up on…
We ended up not staying at the Cheshire Cheese and found a nice wine bar instead. Aaack – culture shock looking at the price of a glass of wine in this town!
Have we decided on a lunch place yet? Would it be weird to bring my bags with me to Covent Garden?
What’s that shiny upright blimpy thing? I don’t remember seeing it the times I was in London. New or did I miss something?
That is an office block known as the Gherkin.
I can’t wait for the Pickled Onion.
Covent garden is full of people with bags. We call ‘em bag ladies ha ha ha. I’ll be here all week. Seriously, no it won’t. This is tourist season yet here in London.
I thought we had decided on Wahaca and meeting at Holborn Tube at 11.15 or later if you want.
Wine bar? Wine bar! That’s just wrong.
I can’t, just cannot, deal with going back to Covent Garden WITH BAGS. Need to rethink plan … and I’m thinking Vietnamese in Hackney.
Well, some people call it a gherkin. Some people call it something else entirely.
Here, I’ve just noticed that the live feed says I’nm from bl**dy Romford! That’s nearly as wrong as wine bars.
Mebbe you’re just barking.
Check with your server … when I’m in Malaga the live feed says I’m from Madrid.
And I call it the bullet.
Bullet? Hmm. Londoners tend to be more direct and anatomically obsessed.