So, no Roller Disco after all - a hilarious faux pas, arriving in hot pants and fishnet tights to a brightly lit rec centre where there was nothing going, except for two small boys skate boarding and drinking coke. So, the over dressed group of us skated around for little while, raced aforementioned small boys, and then I headed to Emma's birthday drinks... too many vodka soaked aeroplanes and disgusting Louise's husband by my bawdiness I think.
And wonderful super-fresh Blue Cod for second dinner on Sunday night courtesy of the Boy - the first dinner being courtesy of Henry and Crew at his birthday bowl party. Dessert by Julia and Isabel. I had been told a horrific hot-sugar-burn story about same dessert by the Boy... I used to hear a great many hot-sugar-burn stories when I was working in hospo. These stories mostly involved tricking various unsuspecting commis chefs into licking hot sugar spoons and burning their tongues.
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