One of the things about living in London is your diary is planned many weeks and months in advance - currently its the first of March and at the moment I think my first free weekend is somewhere in August. Many things seem like a good idea at the time and often they are, but sometimes "wanted to go" turns into " I got to go". Fortunately, saying " I've got to go to this thing" often gets you out a lot of last minute and less interesting invitations......Anyways, last night after 2 months of being diarised I duly headed of to Essex for the 40th birthday of a colleague who is pretty cool.
Now Essex, is the world of Footballer's Wives. It is the mothership of bleache blonde, the head office of the St Tropez tan and is filled of young women tripping not so daintily in impossible heels and impractical outfits on the hunt for a rich banker husband. So naturally,I was keen to see this all on home turf. But alas,my experience didn't really prove that Essex is to London what Alberton is to Johannesburg.
Either I passed them all along the way as they were headed into London town for a Saturday night of fun and debauchery or else its just another urban legend debunked. I didn't see anything noteworthy at all. Great party full of friends and family and lots of kids past their bedtime and the scenery was just middle class suburbia, the same as everywhere else.
So with nothing exciting to report I think I will just share some pics from the recent February snowstorms that brought London to grinding halt (only happens once every 20 years you see)
Light bulb moment of the day today: Was thinking of the old adage, Treat' em mean keep'em keen and I think the corollary applies too. Whenever you treat them keen, they can't help but turn out to be mean.
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