I met her on a Monday…
Image courtesy of Dave Nicoll’s Flickr Photostream, using Creative Commons.
…took her on a spine-chilling Ghost Bus Tour on Tuesday, followed by a quick drink at this hip-tastic boozer. Lacking the oilier than Castrol GTX charm of Mr. David sadly meant that we weren’t making lurve all week, so on Wednesday I dragged her along to the club level screening of the AS Roma game at the Emirates.
Thursday, after my Italian lessons, I whisked her over to Marylebone for some exquisite steak and chips. Friday I had to make do with gawping as her delightful curves moving to the sounds of Dubfire at Matter. Saturday, we watched Ireland move closer to sealing the Grand Slam on the Abbeville’s massive 120″ projector and then settled down so I could try and weaken her resolve with an indulgent late-night listen to my Radio 1 mix for Annie Nightingale, until it was suddenly rescheduled, (check here for when) scuppering my plans.
So, Sunday, I gave up and chilled out all day in Brick Lane. All on me Jack Jones.
Written by eamon on March 9th 2009. Category: London, London Life, Music, Qype, Sport, Things to do, What's On
