Last night DI’s cousin and good friend and all round top geezer Americo had his official leaving drinks do from his position at Ford. He and a large fleet of Ford people took over an area of the lounge at Sosho in North London. After I eventually found the place myself and DI hit the bar. It was a bit of a swanky establishment, the sort of place where beer is frowned upon so when in Rome… We got some coffee-cocktails to begin with, which we hoped might perk us up a bit, but these charcoal flavoured things were pretty hard going on the palette. Luckily it was my round next and I opted for some far “softer” options, cue the PiÃ±a Coladas!
The drinks did little for my struggling masculinity that night and I seemed to spend most of the evening talking to blokes. One of these chaps claimed to be a music producer, I was worried he might be trying to impress me but I met his lovely wife who put me at ease. He gave me a CD of one of his up and coming act’s Zalinski, which I’ve been listening to this morning and they’re actually not that bad. I found their website here if you’re interested.
It got fairly busy later on in the evening but to be honest was a bit of a sausage factory. I got chatting with one lady who was proper convinced I was gay. To be honest I probably did little to dissuade her, but the joke backfired somewhat when she called my bluff and tried to set me up with several guys .
Staying on the meat theme, myself and DI bit off more than we could chew, picking up two humongous kebabs on the way home; both of which we couldn’t finish. Oh the innuendoes!
Click the cocktails to see the flash thingy, the pics are also on page 2.
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