Feel It

I've come down to London this time not for work but to take the girls to some of my old stomping grounds and meet up with some friends. Saturday we ended up getting lashed at Hard Rock which was down to a sympathetic barman who was clearly crashing from having a big night the night before. We were at thhe bar downstairs and had been waiting over an hour so every now and then he'd surrupticiously hand overr another shooter to try. I don't remember getting back to thhe room...

Sunday we took a visit to Camden, the home of one of my first forays into entrepreneurial activities aged 18. It was great seeing thhe place again, it's been over 20 years since I was here last, it's changed a wee bit but not much; just loads more people. In the evening we had a table booked at Kensington Place, a fab restaurant to meet our friend Rafael. Another alcohol fuelled night but at least I remember getting back this time - not having to feel my way to the door...

I get the distinct feeling that this evening will be a little bit the same as the last two. But at least the old liver is now prepared.

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