ukrm London drinks, 16th July 2004

*drool*

 

thanks for the tip.

 

How much?

 

Seriously, it's really fucking good. I took Ace there last September,
before we met The Clique at that pub in the City.

And the uk.food+drink.indian lot had a meet there last week.

 

So, bierodrome and a kebab, or Dragon and the Lahore?

 

Believe him. 'Proper' indian cooking, it is. Plates and cutlery may or
may not always be supplied.

But remember to BYO, or just drink water and leave the boozing till
afterwards, which is what we did.

And rated it pretty well too.

 

I'll do my level best to be there.

Are you all going to be wearing carnations in your collar or
buttonholes, or will I hear someone say "U all ride safely now ;-)"

 

will you have your arm in a sling, or otherwise recognisable feature
for us to spot and avoid you?

just look for a bunch of people who look like they're some sad wankers
from the internet.

 

This may prove quite difficult in Bierdrome.

"wood" and "trees"

 

I will almost certainly be wearing my work gear. Tact and diplomacy
prevents me from mentioning the name here but you should recognise it.

Unless I can pick up my shite old lids from my old place, I'll be
wearing (or carrying) my Shoei that's got Jap symbols and machetes on
it.

That could be anyone ;-)

 

Depending what time you turn up look for darsy. His watery eyes usually make
him stand out. Then he'll be the one everyone circles around as he tells us
the mission for the week, i.e., which northern monkey to chastise, at some
point he'll suggest going to Spearmint Rhino's, don't say yes. If you turn
up really late he'll be face down in a plate of curry. Pull him out for
bonus points and an extra life.

 

sure.

 

why?

 

and if you give him a lift home, follow his navigational directions exactly

 

she doesn't like the smell of it - claims it makes her nauseous;
related to an overindulgence incident as a student.

 

Heh, whiskey - for much the same reason.

 

I've never understood that phenomenon. I've got really cunted
(including a 24 hour coma, among other misfortunes) on various things
and never felt repulsed by those things subsequently.

I don't /like/ certain things, but it's unrelated.

 

It's only whiskey that makes me feel nauseous.

If I was to apply the logic of levels of over indulged drunkenness to
subsequent distaste for a drink then Guinness, pastis and red wine would
cause uncontrolled vomiting.

They don't but my adventures with cheap scotch at 14 still turns my
stomach.

However, recollections centring on my need to tell people what I think of
them when I've had much drink constantly brings me out in a cold sweat.

 

Hmm. I suffer from that, too.

Get pissed and then post to UKRM.

 

I find it's more a real time truth tourettes.