The fat of the land

[silver_notebook]

It’s meant to be a book* launch, but it’s more of a lunch. The restaurant has been taken over for hospitality and entertainment. No books to be seen anywhere: instead tables are scattered with shockingly delicious tapas and the author who invited me is in cook’s whites in the kitchen. He’s loving the heat of it and is thrilled I’ve come along, even

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[dans_la_reine]

What a wonderful evening. <3

your food descriptions are to die for.

ggls i have to laugh at the idiocy for the reason behind wanting second prettiest. beauty is subjective, maybe third prettiest has tres ego, and first is modest- what a silly comment.

[silver_notebook]

What a wonderful evening.
This was lunch: but one of those lunches that finish about eight in the evening.

your food descriptions are to die for.
I was a little worried that I was entering into that territory where most readers switch off, suffocated by over-long descriptions they've heard a thousand times before. I didn't even mention the cumin coating to the meat or the softly sweet blood sausage, or the sweet roast almonds, mmmm.

ggls i have to laugh at the idiocy for the reason behind wanting second prettiest.Oh; it was purely a comment made in jest to his mate (read the second last paragraph in the link to him to get a measure of the kind of man he is). And I initially teased his friend that he, himself, was being polite, allowing friend first access at the prettiest girl; however, friend said, no, he was married, and then came out with the comment about the prettiest being too hard work, with inflated expectations and a horde of others desperate to get at her. I think second prettiest just meant sufficiently attractive to

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Also, I'm not sure if you saw these pictures of my family. I think you might like them.

[badgoodgirl]

This sounds like the kind of book launch I would love to bits. Your party friends haven't had meat off the bone before, I take it.

Under these circumstances, second most attractive woman in the room is the bigger deal. Yay you! :D

[silver_notebook]

Oh, meat on and off bone would have been eaten by most there who weren't veggie: they were quite a foody lot; and I saw at least three others with big bones on their plates. The lamb that had been carved from the bone was quite delicious too, but after about eighty other hungry diners, there was next to none left when I got to the table (I was almost last up), despite a fair few legs having been served. There was still other stuff to be had though.

And I wasn't really the second most attractive, it was a friendly flirt in a room full of women who could all have hit that bill in someone's eyes.

[metrocentric]

Arthur Smith. I am envious. That man is pure, craggy class. His interviews were the best thing about that Saturday evening R4 thing with Ned Sherrin what's name I disremember - even when he was blatantly on the sauce.

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That man is pure, craggy class.
Indeed, he is. He makes the ordinary quite entertaining. He's had to stop drinking, but he's still got the demeanor of the best kind of old soak when sober.

Shock Horror: latest showbiz gossip - that man spits crumbs of cheese out of his mouth with his habit of talking while eating.

Today's food has been far duller.

[silver_notebook]

Oh, I'm the hick from the hills; but this is London, so it seems like none of us are more than two steps removed from such people once we reach a certain age.

I'll bet you stand outside those glass-fronted gyms and eat cream-cakes at all the fatties inside...
One man I worked with, whose girlfriend had him on a diet, would query how come I could eat cake each day - sometimes even two - and still stay slim. I smiled at him, saying, 'I cycle to work.'