A steak on the barbie
Monday, June 15th, 2009 12:34 amNot long back home from spending the late afternoon and all evening chez
smokingboot and
larians in sunny Hither Green for their BBQ. Lots of other people there, too - some known to us, others not. I am too tired now to list them all; they know who they are and it was good to meet them.
Furtle and I have discovered an unexpected talent for mixing Pimm's, which kept us and many others in drinks for the entire evening, though Boot did whip out to the local Tesco for energency supplies.
Navigating to the house from the station - neither of which we had visited before - proved extremely easy thanks to the map appluication on my iPhone (is there nothing they cannot do?). Although plotting a reasonable route from Whetstone to Hither Green proved beyond it - the phone came up with a bizarre route via Edgware and other places that would have taken over 5 hours, completely ignoring the entire Tube and overland rail system - the map from the station to our destination wqas very clear and readable and, to my unexpected peasure, the dot on the phone's screen tracked us along the road and on the way home, along the railway line. I didn't know it did that!
Anyway, burgers, sossidges and kebabs were eaten, Pimm's drunk, and we got to say hello to the youngest member of the O'Connell family who chuckled at me and failed to dribble on my shoulder. That would be young Jason, the erstwhile Zoltan in case you were wondering.
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Furtle and I have discovered an unexpected talent for mixing Pimm's, which kept us and many others in drinks for the entire evening, though Boot did whip out to the local Tesco for energency supplies.
Navigating to the house from the station - neither of which we had visited before - proved extremely easy thanks to the map appluication on my iPhone (is there nothing they cannot do?). Although plotting a reasonable route from Whetstone to Hither Green proved beyond it - the phone came up with a bizarre route via Edgware and other places that would have taken over 5 hours, completely ignoring the entire Tube and overland rail system - the map from the station to our destination wqas very clear and readable and, to my unexpected peasure, the dot on the phone's screen tracked us along the road and on the way home, along the railway line. I didn't know it did that!
Anyway, burgers, sossidges and kebabs were eaten, Pimm's drunk, and we got to say hello to the youngest member of the O'Connell family who chuckled at me and failed to dribble on my shoulder. That would be young Jason, the erstwhile Zoltan in case you were wondering.