Well now. You asked for it.
This is the Cellar GTG (and John Barrowman panto trip) from my point of view.
The other ladies involved both have flashier phones than me, which incorporate cameras, so if you don't like my food/ menu/ people-centric pics you can blame them for not providing any balance.
Not really - I'll write a paeon to them later but the truth is I can't imagine a better weekend without me having won the lottery or perhaps actually meeting captain Jack Harkness.
So. This is my account and starts with my journey.
Dads gave me a ride to Amersham (about 20 miles but saves over a tenner on railfare) at about 16.00. Stupid damned Metropolitan Line was having signal failure. I kept texting my poor old bro with my progress (this line is mostly overground - see a previous thread from when I had blue hair..) In the end I was only 20 mins late and at least he knew I'd be.
We walked up to a
Prezzo; it's not all that flash but given I'd been intended to pack sandwiches for the journey I was very appreciative.
My bro with his Pasta Arribbiata, and my Vesuvio with pineapple.
I didn't quite finish mine, but recognised I probably wouldn't fancy cold pizza later that night/ morning.