It's Thursday afternoon on a glorious blue-sky spring day in London. Everyone has knocked off work early and we're all out crammed on the patios, the balconies, the piazzas and the river banks, soaking up the sun and the warmth, drinking Gin & Tonix late into the late, late sunset evening.
After searching up and down Covent Garden, Rosemarie and I found a fabulous spot bang in the centre of Leicester Square (that's Lay-sess-ter Square to all you plebian tourists!), where we guzzled our drinks and munched on chips and pancakes. Gerald joined us in his very slick-looking suit and tie, and ordered "Gin & Tonic with two pieces of lime, please" and "Duck's Legs on Pancakes - with extra duck's legs please". Rosemarie and I fell over laughing, but - by golly - our waiter managed to find some extra legs on that duck, so he did!
Then G regaled us with reminders of how we have all cocked up in the past. You know that shameful dire moment the day after the night before, when you stand in the Veggie aisle at Marks & Sparks (or Pick and Pay) gazing at the array of innocent-looking vegetables, and you're suddenly hit with a blinding memory of something insanely stupid you did in the wee hours of the night, when you'd had far too much alcohol and far too little sense left in your brain. Twats picked up and taken home to bed, phone numbers called of exes you'd rather kill and forget, numbers given out to supremely drunken ugly people you'd never normally speak to ... aaaaah yes, we've all had our Broccoli Moments and Cauliflower Cringes, haven't we!? :-D
After searching up and down Covent Garden, Rosemarie and I found a fabulous spot bang in the centre of Leicester Square (that's Lay-sess-ter Square to all you plebian tourists!), where we guzzled our drinks and munched on chips and pancakes. Gerald joined us in his very slick-looking suit and tie, and ordered "Gin & Tonic with two pieces of lime, please" and "Duck's Legs on Pancakes - with extra duck's legs please". Rosemarie and I fell over laughing, but - by golly - our waiter managed to find some extra legs on that duck, so he did!
Then G regaled us with reminders of how we have all cocked up in the past. You know that shameful dire moment the day after the night before, when you stand in the Veggie aisle at Marks & Sparks (or Pick and Pay) gazing at the array of innocent-looking vegetables, and you're suddenly hit with a blinding memory of something insanely stupid you did in the wee hours of the night, when you'd had far too much alcohol and far too little sense left in your brain. Twats picked up and taken home to bed, phone numbers called of exes you'd rather kill and forget, numbers given out to supremely drunken ugly people you'd never normally speak to ... aaaaah yes, we've all had our Broccoli Moments and Cauliflower Cringes, haven't we!? :-D
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