Today started in Hyde Park, or did last night end there?
Today was a day of not much.
In fact today started waking up round a friends house at about midday, watching Hollyoaks then going back to sleep.
I then got up to remember that my ankle is poorly, in fact agonizing. And then went to have an English breakfast in a Turkish restaurant, which, although it hit the spot, it wasn’t quite right, I’d have preferred a Cricklewood fry up (and we all know, that’s saying something).
I feel as though I have to point out, however, that the fry up was quite prominent on the menu, plus a list of variants and other fried delights (from baps to omelettes, no less). It wasn’t as if I was a 1970′s British Tourist sent to the cultural climbs of Toremalinos only to shun the paella and demand steak and chips and a pint of whatley’s Red Barrel. I figured, if they were so proud of the fry up to put it SECOND ON THE MENU, then they must sell a lot to the hungover populace of Islington and therefore can probably do a good job.
Or not, it took an age to arrive, by then my blood sugar levels were so low that I was licking the rim of the couple next to me, couple of cans of 7up that is (ho ho ho, see what I did there? Hungover, depressed…but still funny)
The bacon was as solid as the eggs, which were by no means runny. The beans were good, and the sausage curiously excellent. But I had ordered lemon tea before I had decided on the breakfast and now, when I needed my proper builders tea to swig afterward, I had nothing satisfactory. So I rimmed the couple next to me.