Night out

Miss Joss-Stone-hater, Mr Tech, Mr ProPlus and I all went out for cocktails, falafel and more alcohol after or day of formal lectures this Thursday.

Miss Joss-Stone-Hater regaled us with stories of her successful baking enterprises. Her scones have gone from strength to strength and she much enjoys her new role as domestic goddess. I won’t pretend that I’m not eaten up with jealousy at her baking success when my own failures in the oven are infinite. I simply don’t know how to bake a cake. I need to learn how to deal with it. Of course, The Priory doesn’t offer rehabilitation services for this sort of disorder. They prefer the likes of Jade stupid-trout Goddy. Puh.

Mr Tech told us about his inventions and his achievements. Oh how I wish I knew which wires to plug in where to make a small miracle. Perhaps my idea of a spinning/singing/flashing dildo won’t go untested with a friend like Mr Tech.

Mr ProPlus and I decided to disagree about absolutely everything. Him deciding he felt ‘uncomfortable’ when he felt he was being eyed up by a gay (oh yes, I should have mentioned I dragged them into the ‘Friendly Society’ which also happens to be a gay bar)and putting this down to a general dislike of people who look disconcertingly at him whereas I (upon smelling the double standard) said it was only because it was a man and not a woman, the later of which might have conversely, caused his arousal. Agree to disagree or give up and agree with me, that’s my simple truth.

The falafel place is delicious (Maoz on Old Compton Street). A real find (Ophelia, you would love it). A quick bite to eat, inexpensive and so wholesome and tasty I can, in fact, think of no better falafel around.

And of course, Thirst bar needs little in terms of explanation. Cocktails of an incredible calibre. Super concoctions which alcoholics should steer well clear of. I saw Arthur’s once-upon-a-time love interest behind the bar. I wonder if they’ll ever sleep together again. She’s just returned from Poland she said. She is attractive, there is no denying. One wonders what kind of guy she’d most like to marry. A polite polish boy seems out of the question for this vixen I must admit.