spent my friday evening in brixton at a club called mass where little louie vega was playing. danced around and got drunk. pretty typical stuff for me when i go out really…

had dinner at the ever-famous bluebird cafe. i’ve decided that while the bluebird has consistently pretty good service, a rarity in london, it is just a large conran overpriced cafeteria with mediocre food. in my world that means that i will not frequent that place for at least another 6 months.

weird - my weekened consisted of hanging out with people in some stage of food poisoning. friday night saby ate too many oysters and spirits and was, as the brits put it, poorly. the next night i went out to dinner with stu and he ate some crab linguine. guess what? if you guessed hugging the toilet that would be correct.

so after stu discussed this with his mum, she says that you shouldn’t eat seafood in months with the letter ‘R’ in them. that pretty much leaves may, june, july, and august. so stop eating seafood everyone!!!