I'm back! I've been foraging in the forests and found myself lost, both spiritually and physically.
And now I've found myself again and am back with a vengeance.
It is said that man cannot live on bread and water alone. Never a truer word spoken.
After a harsh winter, breaking record figures at Gow's, it was time for me and the monkey-butler to spread our wings and see what else is out there in the pusuit of happiness. So we loaded up the jalopy on Saturday night and headed for deepest, darkest Greenwich Village - cooking in a penthouse suite for a group of happy flappers.
After a night of Cab Calloway and as the evening drew to a close, we packed our old kits bags, dirty washing and leftovers into the back of the jalopy, smiled, waved and went our way into the dark night of Old London Town.
Constructuve criticism for our first event? Too much food and charge more for our efforts! Music to our ears.
Anyone else want to book us in?
Wednesday 9th February 2011