Excess is alright in small doses, but you pay the price. St Patrick’s day in Ealing started modestly enough with some real ale outside the Grove pub watching the world go by and writing the odd rhyme. I ate a bag of unsalted nuts and moved on when the sun dipped. The Irish bar was packed so I sat outside and chatted to the young French and Italian women until my friends turned up.
The Greek restaurant was cosy and the meze and wine disappeared easily enough. Greek brandy tastes weird, like a bag of sweets dipped in alcohol.
I cannot get enough fresh air this morning so I might have to go outside and grab some more.
odespinner 