So, I know I've been quiet on here of late. And the original plan to document my journey from lounger to 26.2 miles went out of the window. Not because the words weren't there. Far from it. There were lots of words and most them ended in '-ucking'. But the last few weeks have been… Continue reading I did it, I ran the bloody marathon
The characters that fill the Friday night carriage of carnage back to the suburbs.
So this Saturday was hen do night. My friend had a lovely dinner & drinks pre wedding celebration in The Charlotte Street Hotel, Fitzrovia. Civilised with only a dash of willy straws. However, before heading into the hen harem, a few of us decide to pop for a quick late afternoon drink nearby. Gladly we… Continue reading Review Time – The London Cocktail Club