A night out with Hoots, always designed to damage the liver so warming up with 3 pints at lunch might be described as imprudent and starting matters with a couple of pints of wheat beer at the German Market postively foolish. To then add setting a drinking pace about double Hoots' and you have a recipe for utter disaster.
As all good chefs know however it is not about following the technical elements of the recipe that lead to the end result and like a collapsing souffle by some miracle he managed to stay awake all night despite the above. A few beers around town before pretending into the early hours that they were resident at Hotel du Vin to avoid being thrown out topped off with some proper drunken cooking (fish-finger and sausage sandwiches) saw the night turning into a splendid one.
A cheeky morning followed before crashing Gravy's christmas party and deploying his usual charm and wit on some vaguely tolerable lookers saw the week come to a fine end.
The weekend has been spent planning for skiing next weekend (Val Thorens with Gay George (Not Actually Gay)) and some terror inducing weather forecasts (-37 being the highlight) broken up with a curry with Gravy (comparing notes from the night before).
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