EASTER DAZE part 2

We were back in London on Sunday. This time it was to attend a photo shoot which I had booked through Groupon, an organisation I highly recommend to you. Through these people you can by vouchers for all sorts of cut priced offers. The one I had seen was a session at a top London studio, complete with free booze, makeover and a shoot with two free photos. All for £29. With some trepidation we made our way up to the venue in Great Portland Street. Luckily I found a local pub to sit and get some Dutch Courage inside of us. Again, I thoroughly recommend The Cock in Great Portland Street where Sam Smiths Old Brewery Bitter can be obtained for the fab price of just over two quid.

The photo session was much less taxing than I had imagined, due no doubt to the alcohol imbibed before it. We were soon out of the place with an appointment to view the snaps or was it schnapps, tomorrow.

We then wound up in Greenwich at The Rose public house and thereafter some other hostelry until the early hours of the morning with Charlotte.

Now unless you have been living in a vacuum, you will be aware that the whole of the country is looking forward to a day off this week due to the Royal Wedding. So visitors to London cannot escape the paraphernalia associated with this occasion. Indeed. flags and bunting are flying everywhere. So imagine my surprise, as we sat, the three of us, innocently dining at a cafe just off Oxford Street, to be accosted by Chinese TV seeking our views on the forthcoming nuptials.

Suffice to say, that they decided, after a brief conversation with myself, to interview not me but Trish, who made it quite clear that she will be watching events as they unfold on Friday. What a pity I thought, I had some pretty good questions about China's contribution to global warming lined up for inclusion in my interview, I wanted to know for example why, when we are doing our best to recycle and source renewable energy here in the West, China is carrying on without a care in the world, polluting their rivers and skies with the foul stench of industrialisation. It was not to be. That reporter had some kind of sixth sense it seemed, a natural ability to avoid trouble.

Trish gets on Chinese TV

A really enjoyable weekend was finished off with a ride on a London Bus from Oxford Street to Deptford, a ride of such contrasts as to be inconceivable in these right Royal Times.