Rewinding to The Dame

Apologies for my distinct lack of entry on the blog. It’s simply been one of those weeks.

Rewind to last weekend.

Saturday - The Dame came down to London and we spent time in the glorious sunshine walking up and down the Southbank. The purpose behind our meeting was to participate in The Book Quiz, a BBC 4 production. Our desire to eat a nice lunch at Wagamama coupled with a ticking clock, meant however that we were one of the few who didn’t manage it in time to be seated. Everything happens for the best: Breathe.

Priorty tickets for the same show the following day in hand, we continued our walk and talk in the sunshine and just happened to go to the National Theatre where I’d seen the production ‘Rafta Rafta’ advertised.

WE bought the last two tickets and suddenly our evening was planned.

The play, about a joint Indian family and a newly married couple living in the Holy City of Bolton, was excellent. It was funny, quirky and entertaining, and most importantly wasn’t riddled with the clichés that often attach themselves to Indian drama. I suggest those of you who like something light-hearted which makes you laugh and think at the same time, should check this production out. It stared the ever dependable Meera Syal ( of the Goodness Gracious Me variety ) and Harish Patel (of the dripping bollywood variety).

That done, our attentions rested firmly on our stomachs and we made our way to the (ever dependable) Satsuma restaurant in Soho.

The Dame
-still looked sad and spent time pondering the demise of her relationship
-had her first portion of raw fish and, though she refused to say it was better than sex, happily dipped the fresh delicate pieces in soy sauce before eating them.
-told me that she had been set up on a blind date. Now this is more like it. As the story unfolds, I shall, as ever, let my blog fiends know.
-enjoyed Satsuma which now features in the ‘Slags list of Top Ten places to dine’.