Its been a lengthy weekend. Good night's sleep at a premium, long hours of manual labour, and the ever-inflationary price of Earl Grey in Shanghai. Despite this, myself and fellow Bohemians of the city of Bath were graced by the presence of a certain fondly remembered son of our city. Mr. Hobart risked the rising Yen to visit our noble metropolis on Saturday.He of a kind and wisened repute.
It was also, as ever, a delight to share Mr. K and Watkins' company. Games of Bomberman were dabbled in and cider was drunk. With the latter fact in mind, it is a mercy that Mr. K wasn't accompanying many other Bathonians and rolling around in the street muttering inaudible nonsence. Whilst he was chugging from one of his many kegs I was carressing my palate with the delicate taste of a Cabernet Sauvignon from the very cellars of Ernest and Gallo. All in all a satisfactory evening that ensured the rest of my day was not without merit.
Today I accompanied my good friend Josh, a.k.a. the Yid, to a cinema showing of Hostel II. We also watched some of the Princess Diana tribute gig. The hi-light of this was not any of the musical acts on show, but the sight of Prince William displaying an interpretative dance of 'Maneater' by Nelly Furtado to his brother, and unbeknowns to him a few hundred million people around the globe. This raps up another weekly blog..
2 comments:
All I remember is SHARING a bottle of cider with Dan, while you drank a whole bottle of wine yourself. ;o)
Ah..the memory of an alcoholic. Should start attending AA meetings. Don't want it to hamper your Bomberman skills.
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