General - Reflections on the Weekend
Sunday evening and time to reflect on a most agreeable weekend.
After finishing work in west London on Friday I consulted with my friends and went to a pub called the Hole in the Wall situated just next to Waterloo train station. My beer for the night was Adnams best and rather good it was. I did try a Broadside but it was lacklustre to say the least.
I got talking to some blokes by the bar while waiting for my companions and it turned out that one of them named Elis is in a band called the Misnomer. He gave me a cd and pretty good they are too. Check out the page for some music downloads and a link to the myspace tracks available.
When everyone arrived we set to talking and drinking but eventually required some food of the solid variety so adjourned to the big foody bar. It was at this point that we received not only the most poor service I’ve yet had in a pub, but also the keewee chef was particularly rude and dismissive of us. Now I don’t usually complain about poor service, but this nasty bit of work was just horrible, yes I’m on about the chef. Grumpy, morose ill mannered and mightily foul. The thing is when you get shoddy service its normally from brits not antipodeans.
After our unremarkable meal we went back to the more homely small bar and enjoyed a pleasant evening. Jaid met a new friend in the shape of Lottie a small Lab. After many more Adnams I decided that heading homewards would be prudent rather than lingering in Stepney at Castle Page in order to save A some cash and B my liver.
It is hard to get around Waterloo station after 11 since they keep changing train platforms and even fewer staff than usual may be found in this huge labyrinth of a place. I was lucky enough to get help from a young dance student from one of the London schools. She told me about some of the bulimia and other eating disorders these girls put themselves through in order to get to the correct wait and it was really quite sickening. I have never felt arms as thin in my entire life. I pointed this out to her and was giggled at.
Back in Epsom I found that a BBQ had taken place so endeavoured to tidy up the back lawn as it was still warm outside. Saturday was a none event and rather lazy. Andrew came around with a parasol for the table, and then the heavens opened. Unable to sit outside I re-ripped some cds and generally loafed about. I took a walk to Epsom Common Working Mens club a good mile away from home and had a Worthington’s listened to a rather good live band, then moved to the Coopers. The landlady told me about a good restaurant in Ripley called the Toby Cottage which Clare and I should try some time. Jaid and a boxer dog called Whinny had a small altercation in the pub which scared me a little. No skin broken so alls fine.
Against my better judgement I decided to follow Andrews advice and take a shortcut home. This supposed time saver took us to the wrong side of Epsom and through the General Hospital. The upshot of this was instead of a curry I had a machine double espresso. We made up for this once back at mine with lamb chops and beans. Andrew showed me a quick way to pop garlic cloves out of the skins by placing a pallet knife on top and gently thumping. The skin just falls off an the clove pops out. We put the garlic in a little oil after chopping it and then added the beans, Tabasco and Worcester sauce and they were sweet and fiery, yummy! Its been a quiet one today with nothing of interest happening.
After finishing work in west London on Friday I consulted with my friends and went to a pub called the Hole in the Wall situated just next to Waterloo train station. My beer for the night was Adnams best and rather good it was. I did try a Broadside but it was lacklustre to say the least.
I got talking to some blokes by the bar while waiting for my companions and it turned out that one of them named Elis is in a band called the Misnomer. He gave me a cd and pretty good they are too. Check out the page for some music downloads and a link to the myspace tracks available.
When everyone arrived we set to talking and drinking but eventually required some food of the solid variety so adjourned to the big foody bar. It was at this point that we received not only the most poor service I’ve yet had in a pub, but also the keewee chef was particularly rude and dismissive of us. Now I don’t usually complain about poor service, but this nasty bit of work was just horrible, yes I’m on about the chef. Grumpy, morose ill mannered and mightily foul. The thing is when you get shoddy service its normally from brits not antipodeans.
After our unremarkable meal we went back to the more homely small bar and enjoyed a pleasant evening. Jaid met a new friend in the shape of Lottie a small Lab. After many more Adnams I decided that heading homewards would be prudent rather than lingering in Stepney at Castle Page in order to save A some cash and B my liver.
It is hard to get around Waterloo station after 11 since they keep changing train platforms and even fewer staff than usual may be found in this huge labyrinth of a place. I was lucky enough to get help from a young dance student from one of the London schools. She told me about some of the bulimia and other eating disorders these girls put themselves through in order to get to the correct wait and it was really quite sickening. I have never felt arms as thin in my entire life. I pointed this out to her and was giggled at.
Back in Epsom I found that a BBQ had taken place so endeavoured to tidy up the back lawn as it was still warm outside. Saturday was a none event and rather lazy. Andrew came around with a parasol for the table, and then the heavens opened. Unable to sit outside I re-ripped some cds and generally loafed about. I took a walk to Epsom Common Working Mens club a good mile away from home and had a Worthington’s listened to a rather good live band, then moved to the Coopers. The landlady told me about a good restaurant in Ripley called the Toby Cottage which Clare and I should try some time. Jaid and a boxer dog called Whinny had a small altercation in the pub which scared me a little. No skin broken so alls fine.
Against my better judgement I decided to follow Andrews advice and take a shortcut home. This supposed time saver took us to the wrong side of Epsom and through the General Hospital. The upshot of this was instead of a curry I had a machine double espresso. We made up for this once back at mine with lamb chops and beans. Andrew showed me a quick way to pop garlic cloves out of the skins by placing a pallet knife on top and gently thumping. The skin just falls off an the clove pops out. We put the garlic in a little oil after chopping it and then added the beans, Tabasco and Worcester sauce and they were sweet and fiery, yummy! Its been a quiet one today with nothing of interest happening.
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Hello !
greetings from Belgium !
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Renaud
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