Mad Friday...
As it was dubbed in the press and on the radio. For this is THE day of office parties and field hospitals were set up in major cities to cope with the hoards of drunkards spilling out onto the streets. It seemed rude not to join in.
Up to London again. Working with Keith this morning, which is always good fun, squeezing blood out of a stone concepting about eye diseases, interspresed with foaming at the mouth raving about politics. Worked for two hours drawing blanks and then right at the end, an idea that may have legs.
Off at lunchtime with First Matie, Keith and a designer called Hamish for a beer. Soon joined by Karam and The French Bloke. Ended up spending the afternoon having a hugely enjoyable drink in a London Boozer with the FB of whom I am very fond. This followed by a long train journey in which I slept a good deal and arrived reasonably refreshed at Brighton.
Out with Anton and Anna to a nearby boozer called the World's End where there are, according to food critic Jay Rayner, the finest ribs in Southern England. An Anton choice of course. We ate sticky and lipsmacking ribs while listening to a band who had in their repertiore some heartily sung sea shanties. Joined later by Betty as we moved to another slightly soulless place called Circus Circus where we could at least hear each other talk and drink Mountgay rum from Barbados mixed with coke, which is this year's official PK Xmas drink, but only on the condition it has loads of fresh lime squeezed into it too. Delicious, me hearties.
As it was dubbed in the press and on the radio. For this is THE day of office parties and field hospitals were set up in major cities to cope with the hoards of drunkards spilling out onto the streets. It seemed rude not to join in.
Up to London again. Working with Keith this morning, which is always good fun, squeezing blood out of a stone concepting about eye diseases, interspresed with foaming at the mouth raving about politics. Worked for two hours drawing blanks and then right at the end, an idea that may have legs.
Off at lunchtime with First Matie, Keith and a designer called Hamish for a beer. Soon joined by Karam and The French Bloke. Ended up spending the afternoon having a hugely enjoyable drink in a London Boozer with the FB of whom I am very fond. This followed by a long train journey in which I slept a good deal and arrived reasonably refreshed at Brighton.
Out with Anton and Anna to a nearby boozer called the World's End where there are, according to food critic Jay Rayner, the finest ribs in Southern England. An Anton choice of course. We ate sticky and lipsmacking ribs while listening to a band who had in their repertiore some heartily sung sea shanties. Joined later by Betty as we moved to another slightly soulless place called Circus Circus where we could at least hear each other talk and drink Mountgay rum from Barbados mixed with coke, which is this year's official PK Xmas drink, but only on the condition it has loads of fresh lime squeezed into it too. Delicious, me hearties.
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