A pleasant little photo amble around Chinatown and Soho with Rich, Andy, Juliet and Aaron, sticking our cameras here, there and everywhere and generally getting in the way. Loads of interesting fashion victims, tourists and wellie-wearing patriots.
Sat down for some noodles in Kingly Court just off Carnaby Street - and some disorder followed as the waitress with no English whatsoever managed to give me Rich's order. I didn't suspect anything till I unearthed something small and leathery which turned out to be Chinese salami. It's a good thing I'm not a 'proper vergetarian' as the mortified waitress who could speak English described it. Well I'm not a vegetarian at all actually, as I eat fish. But I don't generally eat salami if I can help it. Despite me having eaten a quarter of Rich's dinner, he happily claimed it back once my proper order arrived, and the waitress took the price of my meal off the bill.
Juliet and I, being lightweights and having been out a lot already this week, wended our way to Oxford Circus to go home. The boys went clubbing or something I suspect.
we hit string ellows.