An evening
Friday, August 1st, 2003 02:14 amA splendid evening has passed.
One met up with DT sans LJ, his bro. Steve, and Fiona, Steve's Lady Wife. The Clan Townsend was in fine form; BEER was drunk for a while in one's Club 1 after which our quartet then repaired to the Thai on the Square restaurant for dinner. This being the first time one had dined in this establishment, recommendations were accepted and the Drunken Duck ordered.
Palatable fare, reasonably priced too, considering the extreme centrality of the location. Proved to own satisfaction continued immunity to red wine 2.
Much chatting and many tall tales: Townsend ma. and his Lady Wife both being employed by the FCO - the latter seconded to the ILO (this organisation, incidentally, being the last remaining edifice of the Treaty of Versailles) - had much intelligence to impart from places overseas. Based in Cairo as they are, Tuareg campfires loomed large in their joint legend.
And then, at the end of the evening, home to read one's latest purchase, The Stasi Files.
Note to self: Stop using footnotes. People will think one is aping
sexbat's literary style.3
1 It is nice to be able to take advantage of one's Club for a sherbet after work. Handily placed off the newly pedestrianised Trafalgar Square, too.
2 The quantity, however, was significantly lower than at the weekend, so results are inconclusive in strict scientific terms.
3 Or Terry Pratchett.
One met up with DT sans LJ, his bro. Steve, and Fiona, Steve's Lady Wife. The Clan Townsend was in fine form; BEER was drunk for a while in one's Club 1 after which our quartet then repaired to the Thai on the Square restaurant for dinner. This being the first time one had dined in this establishment, recommendations were accepted and the Drunken Duck ordered.
Palatable fare, reasonably priced too, considering the extreme centrality of the location. Proved to own satisfaction continued immunity to red wine 2.
Much chatting and many tall tales: Townsend ma. and his Lady Wife both being employed by the FCO - the latter seconded to the ILO (this organisation, incidentally, being the last remaining edifice of the Treaty of Versailles) - had much intelligence to impart from places overseas. Based in Cairo as they are, Tuareg campfires loomed large in their joint legend.
And then, at the end of the evening, home to read one's latest purchase, The Stasi Files.
Note to self: Stop using footnotes. People will think one is aping
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1 It is nice to be able to take advantage of one's Club for a sherbet after work. Handily placed off the newly pedestrianised Trafalgar Square, too.
2 The quantity, however, was significantly lower than at the weekend, so results are inconclusive in strict scientific terms.
3 Or Terry Pratchett.