Friday, 2 October 2009

And breathe...


It's the weekend, dudes. Thank goodness. It has been a week of glorious sunsets and people seeming to be slightly grumpy. I just have to get through a summit meeting at work this morning (it's either pay rise or P45) and then it's a weekend of fun, fun, fun. I'm going to meet a cat called Jam. And we're going for dinner at Moro. (With some friends, not with the cat.) I can still remember a cold crab soup I had there about ten years ago, and I'm hoping for a re-run. Have yourselves a long lunch hour and a lovely weekend, people.

3 comments:

  1. Is this the place to mention the time Woody Allen sat at the table next to me in Moro's? Yes? That's good.

    It was very loud in there so I couldn't eavesdrop on him and Soon-Yi alas, but they ordered the gazpacho, fact-fans.

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  2. I once saw Ken Stott in there.

    But I think Woody Allen beats that.

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  3. I may never forgive you for that celeb spot, Oliver.

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