Thursday, as a nice change, we (that is all four of us directors) all went to the pub together. It was a good night, but probably most notable was that the Fountain now has food in the evenings (to be fair they always did do pizas, but it always seemed a hastle to get Jim to put one on.)
We ordered the chips. Hmmmm, Chips.
23:10 train from London Bridge, in bed by midnight.
Friday Morning, up at 6:45 as usual, feeling a little jaded. Full day, and had a quick chat with PB over a drink at the aquarium - before moving on to the Elbow Rooms on Curtain road to meet the boys.
Pathetic. Justin, you REALLY need to learn to play, mate. Kingfield vrs Westfield has never been great. And to be honest, both Ant and Ed are way better than me.
LESSON: Don't rely on a Blackberry to direct you to a steak house, and never trust a cabby who shouts 'hang on there, I'll turn around and come back for you'. They BOTH Lie. Excellent Curry (Joy) though, and brilliant company.
On the 23:41 train to EC and on the Redhill for about 00:30. Up early Saturday. Ouch.
