It was Juice's birthday dinner today. We went to a nice restaurant in Bayswater. I've already forgottten the name though.
Rosie got him Real Fast Food, by Nigel Slater. And I just got him a bottle of whisky to aid his Poker skills.
A few people from college, who I haven't seen for 5 years, were there. And it was nice to hear what they were all up to. Marriage and home buying seemed to be the central theme.
However, despite the civilised company, Juice decided to show his rock and roll side by describing his favourite strip joint (
Platinum Bar and escorts (
Angels of London. This was done in the presence of his sister, who was also present. What a brave guy!
As well as the raunchiness, Juice also brought up tales from the dorm, that I'd forgotten about long ago. His favourite tale involved Mr Tortoise getting pepper sprayed by a bouncer working for the Top of the Pops club in Benidorm, and the rest of us getting stamped on, having being incapacitated by the intoxicating beverages that they'd served us. It wasn't one of our more glamorous tales, but I doubt you guys want tall tales about us fighting tooth and nail to defend our loved ones.