London Calling

Back in the big smoke for a week of business and socialising! As always, it’s back to backs, crazy, and loads of fun.

This week saw a bit of celeb spotting in Notting Hill.

Dinner at Osteria Basilico on Monday night sees Claudia Schiffer rock up with some new arm candy. She does not look anywhere near as beautiful in real life. I mean, she is not ugly, but has teeth that are bigger than her mouth and could suck corn through a picket fence. Airbrushing should be criminalized.

My team in London are all abuzz that scientists in Newcastle have created synthetic sperm, a water cooler topic that keeps the girls giggling all day.

So, in addition to being marginalised in many other areas of life, we are no longer required to procreate. The list of 101 other things to do with men published in the Times was clearly written by a man hater and is patently unfunny. Living in Scandinavia I am assured that men will always be required to assemble the furniture from IKEA.

Dinner with good friends mid week is most enjoyable.

We are all busy with interesting projects, drink much too much superb Burgundian wine, laugh at contagious levels, and play a most excellent guitar collection til the wee hours. I get back to my digs, a friend’s trendy new flat, pissed, and pen a 50 Post It note commentary scattered about the flat. I piss myself laughing!

I slip out quietly early the next morning still chortling and make ready to travel, after a boozy lunch in the city.

I really do miss London.

Don’t get me wrong, our life in NOWAY is great, but I lived in London for a substantial period of my life, I have many friends and colleagues there, and I love it. It is my favy city on the planet earth! Most importantly I really miss my good friends, anglo saxon humour and the culture.

Thankfully it is only another month before my London Calling.

Beaverboosh