It’s all that Tania Harshman’s fault. She’s over for a few weeks, visiting family, friends, doing readings, and coming to the greatest party this side of Christmas.
We went up to London yesterday, and the day went like this:
Lunch: Chez Gerard, at the Grosvenor Hotel, near Victoria Station. Hamburgers and…chips.
Visit to The Foundling Museum, not open on Mondays, to finalise arrangements for my launch party. First time T has visited. We had a private tour and talk, taking in the best bits… and discussed all the schedules, guest list (now pushing 110), drinks, books, etc etc.
Tea: Goring Hotel. The best tea in London. Warm scones, strawberry jam and clotted cream. There’s a sheep in front of the fire…
Supper: Ebury Street Wine Bar, where we met a friend, Bilal Ghafoor. (for Mimi et al… he was a reader at Willesden…) Champagne, spinach and ricotta spring roll, calves liver, bottle of San Miguel, peppermint tea.
Nightcap. We all repaired to Molly O’Grady’s at Victoria Station for a farewell bottle of Becks.
That’s the sort of day all writers should have now and again.
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3 comments:
Lovely day, V! Very inspiring and stimulating...and filling! I would just like to point out, before anyone says, Hey, hang on a minute... that I had a veggie burger and did not partake of the calves' liver :)
Roll on Greatest Party Ever!
Tania
Now, that's what I call the perfect way to boost the rockets! :-) I'm down with the flu at the moment ... but that kind of day you described is scheduled in for next week! :-)
Hi Shameless.. sorry you have the flu. Can I suggest hot water, whisky, lemon juice and honey, you'll sleep like a child and wake up all better.
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