Holding our umbrellas high, Bob and John and I set out for tapas - and it was closed. Sinking hearts, wet feet. To the Pont! Where we sat and downed a couple of glasses of red (and a hot chocolate in Bobs case). As we left, John remarked on the pleasures of chips... so into the little takeaway opposite the newsagents, where after a fun-filled five minuite wait we got chipped up.
I don't really like chips so rarely eat them but these were lovely. Being preceeded by 2 glasses of red might of helped but they were made out of potatoes that were hand crafed and fried in something unsmelly.
Recommended :)
Bumped into friends who were heading to Donkeyshot/x-TRex for dinner'n'disco. Hell on earth? Will ask...
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