curry

Friday night's gourmet dish is provided by Mr R McDonald after panther and magnus decide KFC was too busy. It goes some way to soaking the large amount of booze we drink around Shepherd's Bush. Best bar was the subterranean Ginlik, worst was Belushi's, which was truly god-awful.

Slightly hungover, and with the lovely Jude coming round for dinner we go shopping and get in a curry from the t-box. I think i'm getting a bit bored of the Old Fashioned, can life get any sadder?

Food of the Milos
Another hearty day of food, which at least counterbalances his week of really piss-poor sleeping. He seems to be eating for twelfty today; scrambled eggs for brekker, a smorgasbord of advocado, cheese and pear, and cheese on toast for dinner. He's definitely heavier.

On Friday he has scrambled eggs in the corner cafe on the way back from rhyme time, and for tea he had some defrosted ratatouille and baked potato along with his future wife, Isla.