Oliver had his 29th birthday yesterday [bless] and so I headed on up to Tiger Tiger for some catch up and drinks. Slight snag is that this is a straight bar with a door policy – since I do not own shoes it’s a bit of a pain really – still at least I did not fork out for new shoes like one of the party. Oli’s kid brother lent me his shoes so a quick change outside the angus steak house and a change of door meant I got in – we played the same ruse 3 times in the night to get poor shoeless people into the bar.
This was followed by the trauma that is the toilet attendant – gah – after asking him how much it would cost just to leave me alone we reached a settlement of him letting me pee without him, wash my hands with little help but he had to hand me the paper towels. I can’t think of any job more boring [unless you like hanging around gents toilets] than this.
So plenty of mixed jug cocktails later and a few new friends later I staggered back to the tube wondering why it was I haven’t seen Oli in so long. We promised to see each other again soon and at the very least meet for my birthday party on the 15th of Feb.