Sessions in the sun
The Tobster's birthday today. A few messages, he and Romy, and Gillian and Momoyo were chilling in Harlem, which was rather cool. Another scorching day. A quick chat with Mum before she made off to the Waggon and Horses to meet Robert. Breakfast, and I had a bit of a play on my guitar, which I've not done for ages. Lorraine pampering herself. Anton arrived, and we had a happy afternoon sitting in the garden under the sunshade playing games of bones. He also brought a more complex came to play with Lorraine with geisha girls on it... No idea. I was happily tending to my barbie, sipping a cold one every now and then, and did a beer can chicken, where you push a small beer can up into the chicken, so it cooks with a tasty succulence. I think you are supposed to cook it perched on top of the can, but mine fell over, still the can was wedged into it so all well. We invented the notion of PPH, pints per hour. I kept to a low PPH as Lorraine and I were going out tonight...