nottingham
rob, my friend, this one goes out to you
well the uk is full of suprises and as alluded (read: blatantly
praised) to in the previous post a night on the town listening to the
gorgeous lyrical musical poetry of joanna newsom was definitely a
highlight. and in combination with a fine day couple of days with the
dashing 'robere' the quick weekender up in nottingham was a memorable
one. very much a student town, old nottingham - home to ye oldest inn
in england - has some charm and a touch of character. nice beer in
that pub infact and the ploughmans lunch went down well as we pottered
through a game of chess or two as the wind and rain came in over
sherwood forest. well kind of, the forest has actually been pretty
much gutted and now there is a suburb named sherwood, but i do believe
there are trees somewhere out there.
a student party or two always livens up the weekend and we punished
ourselves with 'cream&egg' flavoured vodka at a 80's themed party. but
because the 80's is so damned cool (these days) it was pretty much an
excuse for people to wear semi-fashionable clothes without feeling
like they were being hyper-trendy and un-cool. the way flashback
fashion should be done really. not much 80's music was on the stereo
unfortunately; though i get enough out of my headphones. the cloeset
we got was a remake of peter andre's terrible 90's hit. thankgod i
can't remember the name of that - there aren't many times you are
happy to have bad recall and this is one of those. i will relish it
for a moment or two...
definitely worth a mention are the absolute feasts we cooked up in the
kitchen of casa robere and his great mate gordie (sorry if i spelt
that incorrectly my friend but i'm not known for my spelling). a roast
chicken from the night before was deftly turned into two consecutive
meals: a dangerously good pasta sauce and then a wholesome and damned
filling chicken soup. broken up by a cheap as chips pub meal for lunch
down the road and a bowl or two of icecream with melted marsbar
topping for desert.
come and play the drums for me rob. it'll be grand and you can pretend
to be ringo star all the time. ok?
well the uk is full of suprises and as alluded (read: blatantly
praised) to in the previous post a night on the town listening to the
gorgeous lyrical musical poetry of joanna newsom was definitely a
highlight. and in combination with a fine day couple of days with the
dashing 'robere' the quick weekender up in nottingham was a memorable
one. very much a student town, old nottingham - home to ye oldest inn
in england - has some charm and a touch of character. nice beer in
that pub infact and the ploughmans lunch went down well as we pottered
through a game of chess or two as the wind and rain came in over
sherwood forest. well kind of, the forest has actually been pretty
much gutted and now there is a suburb named sherwood, but i do believe
there are trees somewhere out there.
a student party or two always livens up the weekend and we punished
ourselves with 'cream&egg' flavoured vodka at a 80's themed party. but
because the 80's is so damned cool (these days) it was pretty much an
excuse for people to wear semi-fashionable clothes without feeling
like they were being hyper-trendy and un-cool. the way flashback
fashion should be done really. not much 80's music was on the stereo
unfortunately; though i get enough out of my headphones. the cloeset
we got was a remake of peter andre's terrible 90's hit. thankgod i
can't remember the name of that - there aren't many times you are
happy to have bad recall and this is one of those. i will relish it
for a moment or two...
definitely worth a mention are the absolute feasts we cooked up in the
kitchen of casa robere and his great mate gordie (sorry if i spelt
that incorrectly my friend but i'm not known for my spelling). a roast
chicken from the night before was deftly turned into two consecutive
meals: a dangerously good pasta sauce and then a wholesome and damned
filling chicken soup. broken up by a cheap as chips pub meal for lunch
down the road and a bowl or two of icecream with melted marsbar
topping for desert.
come and play the drums for me rob. it'll be grand and you can pretend
to be ringo star all the time. ok?
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