When they aren’t compromising my personal information, Virgin are actually providing our flat with a nice fast broadband connection. Which is great. I suppose it would be rude, then, not to update you on what I’ve been up to recently.
On Saturday, I went on a day trip to Paris with work, which was great. On arrival, we headed over to the Seine for a lunch cruise, during which “a singer and a pianist intervene[d] from time to time to tell original anecdotes about Paris”… and sing in a cheesy club singer-stylee (his rendition of “New Yorr, New Yorr” as we rounded the replica of the Statue of Liberty near the Eiffel Tower was a particularly surreal experience). After lunch, I headed for the impressive confines of the Musee d’Orsay, which has an extensive collection of impressionist art, albeit slightly overshadowed by the exhibition space itself, so much so that you find yourself emerging from a room of Van Goghs, say, and realising you weren’t paying any attention to the paintings, just marvelling at the building. But maybe that’s just me being a bit pissed after drinking lots of free wine on the river at lunch.
After a bit of shopping and a quick trip up to the Sacre Coeur, it was time to head home again. Fantastically, in time to catch last orders at The Porterhouse with Sal and the Australian contingent.
Sunday drinking
On Sunday afternoon, Jim, Rob and Claire joined us for a few gentle drinks on Upper Street, choosing at random to enjoy them at The Parr’s Head, the oddest pub in Islington. Only joking: the interesting selection of couples (she younger, he older and uglier) in the bar led Sally to believe that something untoward might be going on (not helped, admittedly, by the wideboy who kept asking us if we were ok–if we needed any drinks, he said, either we could get them ourselves or he would get “one of the girls” to get one for us.
Apart from that, this week, I have mostly been addicted to overseas reality television, sent to us on video (long-play E240!) courtesy of Sal’s mum, if only because Sal was once sick in Tayissa’s house. Well, we’re either watching that or American Idol 3 (but then neither of us has ever thrown up in any of the Pop Idol contestants’ houses).
I give My Restaurant Rules three couples representing their state out of five couples representing their state.