Bah, humbug.
Given that the last post was such a long one, I'm going to just leave you with a couple of random thoughts today. I know I go on and on here about how awesome London is, and so in the interests of balance I thought I'd offer the following:
1. My colleagues and I went for a Team Lunch today at an Italian restaurant not far from where we work. We pre-ordered our meals so that our large group could be dealt with expeditiously. I went for a risotto with butternut squash (not pumpkin, please note, I speak British), pine nuts and spinach. What could go wrong?
Everything, apparently. It was truly the most execrable meal I've been served in my time here. How hard is it to screw up risotto? Apparently not hard enough. And, you know, given the proximity of London to Italy and the competitiveness of the London restaurant market generally it seems reasonable that there should be no excuse for bad Italian food. None!
2. Here's an interesting fact about this city: did you know that this disease is apparently rife here? How terrifying. I was initially smug about the fact that I was immunised against it as a small child, but the lovely B1, a medical professional, has gleefully informed me that said immunisation is now worth nowt and I'm as vulnerable as all others. And so, yanno, I had this random chest pain last week* and had managed to convince myself that I am about to die from tuberculosis. Cavities in my teeth, tuberculosis in my lungs, apparently I'm falling apart. Hoorah.
*Smoker jokes not actually necessary here.
Check out how moan-y this post is! I'm turning all English. Better stop drinking the water.
1. My colleagues and I went for a Team Lunch today at an Italian restaurant not far from where we work. We pre-ordered our meals so that our large group could be dealt with expeditiously. I went for a risotto with butternut squash (not pumpkin, please note, I speak British), pine nuts and spinach. What could go wrong?
Everything, apparently. It was truly the most execrable meal I've been served in my time here. How hard is it to screw up risotto? Apparently not hard enough. And, you know, given the proximity of London to Italy and the competitiveness of the London restaurant market generally it seems reasonable that there should be no excuse for bad Italian food. None!
2. Here's an interesting fact about this city: did you know that this disease is apparently rife here? How terrifying. I was initially smug about the fact that I was immunised against it as a small child, but the lovely B1, a medical professional, has gleefully informed me that said immunisation is now worth nowt and I'm as vulnerable as all others. And so, yanno, I had this random chest pain last week* and had managed to convince myself that I am about to die from tuberculosis. Cavities in my teeth, tuberculosis in my lungs, apparently I'm falling apart. Hoorah.
*Smoker jokes not actually necessary here.
Check out how moan-y this post is! I'm turning all English. Better stop drinking the water.
posted by jLo at 11:22 PM
3 Comments:
"Oh no, I had a bad rice dish." Yeah, that really makes us feel less jealous :-) Nice try anyway matey - your heart's in the right place.
Hee hee. I tried. I didn't try very HARD, mind you, but the effort counts.
Anyway, it was a bad rice dish AND the threat of dying of the consumption.
whinger
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