Welcome to 22, Windsor Gardens. Home of Paddington, and his infamous cocktail bar with Lyle acting as the Chief Barsteward. (And some would say Brian Cant, although I think that may just be the Cockernee Element of the crowd) “Oi, … Continue reading
It’s Friday, it’s 11am, and that means it’s – crackerjack! Oh no, it’s time for the bar to open. Today’s theme, in light of Pete’s revisiting of the Bowie years, the ongoing Yewtree-based news, and the general randomness of the … Continue reading
I’m not superstitious but I’m still not going to congratulate myself on getting through four decades without losing much more than the occasional grandparent. Tonight I had a call from a former colleague who I’ve hardly heard from in the … Continue reading
“Is this the right place?” “This is the address on the invitation.”
I have decreed that today’s cocktails should be in honour of cats. I know! Cats! On the internet! How can we have not done this before? The reasons for choosing cats are manifold. Firstly, Lisa‘s cat died on Wednesday, and … Continue reading
I’m spending lots of January chilling. I’m on a kind of belated Christmas holiday. Today, for example, I’ve spent pretty much the entire day in my pyjamas watching the first two Lord Of The Rings films with Karen and Maisy.
Welcome all. We’ve hired a cricket pavilion for Lisa’s birthday, there’s a band playing Brown Eyed Girl, and what more do you need. First to the bar is Lyle, who has chosen a drink to channel the typical fearlessness of … Continue reading
Today is Lisa‘s 40th birthday (I’m allowed to divulge that information because she has already done so). So today’s cocktails will be in honour of that. However, there’s a twist. Along with your toast, you must give her a handy … Continue reading