Sunday, January 18, 2004
Scenes from a weekend at leisure:
Annie Morris' private view at the Adam Street Club. Normally private views are to be dreaded: warm white wine, boring arty types, and a desperate search for something nice to say about awful pictures. Annie's show was however a triumph, and heart-felt compliments, and wine, flowed freely.
Yoel Sano's birthday at Malayasia Aji Ajo. Steamboat is a culinary tradition that doesn't seem to have spread to London. You get a big boiling pan of soup, and a giant spread of vegetables/meat/fish/crustacea to cook in it. Our steamboat was of collosal proportions. We washed it down with litres of Tsing Tao, and then proceeded to hours of terrible karaoke.
Viewing a pokey two bedroomed flat in Islington, with a 4000 sq ft 1938 bomb shelter attached. It was extremely Blair Witch. We passed through a double set of rusty iron bomb-proof doors, complete with submarine style wheels for locking, descended into a giant unlit mouldy underground cavern. If the flat above hadn't been so dire, we might almost have put in an offer.
Anyway, that's my weekend over. Back to the real work-a-day business of odd weblinks and delivering babies.
Annie Morris' private view at the Adam Street Club. Normally private views are to be dreaded: warm white wine, boring arty types, and a desperate search for something nice to say about awful pictures. Annie's show was however a triumph, and heart-felt compliments, and wine, flowed freely.
Yoel Sano's birthday at Malayasia Aji Ajo. Steamboat is a culinary tradition that doesn't seem to have spread to London. You get a big boiling pan of soup, and a giant spread of vegetables/meat/fish/crustacea to cook in it. Our steamboat was of collosal proportions. We washed it down with litres of Tsing Tao, and then proceeded to hours of terrible karaoke.
Viewing a pokey two bedroomed flat in Islington, with a 4000 sq ft 1938 bomb shelter attached. It was extremely Blair Witch. We passed through a double set of rusty iron bomb-proof doors, complete with submarine style wheels for locking, descended into a giant unlit mouldy underground cavern. If the flat above hadn't been so dire, we might almost have put in an offer.
Anyway, that's my weekend over. Back to the real work-a-day business of odd weblinks and delivering babies.
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