Now she is dead, not my fault though afaik. I rarely think about socialites but I was sat in The Queen's on Regents Park Road on Saturday night. We used to go there lunchtimes, after work, and even during work when I was at Channelfly. One lunchtime she came over to our table and started chatting to us. She gave me her phone number. To be fair it was a business card, that I guess was new, she was pleased with them and was dishing them out. The "card" was actually a little pack of dissolving mints. No idea what the business was, nor if I still have it.
Ooh self-referencing, that was in 2001, how time flies.
⬅️ Early dinner at Zizzi :: Pub, uh, four of the weekend? The Hawley Arms ➡️
Paulʼs blog - I live in Hythe near Folkestone, Kent. Married + father to two, I'm a full-stack web engineer, + I do js / node, some ruby, other languages etc. My hobbies are pubs, parkrun, restaurants, home automation 🤖 and other diy jiggery-pokery, history, family tree stuff, telly 📺, squirrels, pirates ☠️, lego, and TIME TRAVEL.