What, in God's name, is going on here?
Andrew very sensibly suggested a Christmas piss-up in a manky pub somewhere in London but this has now been horribly mutated into a sophisticated dining extravaganza in a trendy London jazz bar no doubt with compulsory lounge suits to be worn.
Are a large group of pissed, hairy CA'ers exactly who Dover St are hoping to entice to their establishment?
That said, I do quite fancy a Terrine of Foie Gras and Langoustines followed by Prime Fillet Rossini all washed down with a nice Sancerre so I can't rule it out.
The wife, who has until this morning been mounting round the clock Rotterdam protests, has now said I can't go to London as I'm going to Rotterdam (that's news to me love considering you've been telling me I can't go to Rotterdam for three weeks) and so I have agreed that I will either go to Rotterdam or London. May seem like an easy choice but it's a logistical nightmare to get to Rotterdam. Although most of the London protaganists will also be in the Dam (Rusty - any news on Brethren attendance?) and it saves me having to listen to funk/soul/whatever the other bit was.
Any advice?