Tommy and I have been really good friends since about week 2 of uni. He's from the history side of my course and for the first three years of my university career was my rugby watching pal (AKA my best bud.) Six Nations I hear you say? Chuck us two in a pub and we were happy. Then he graduated and I became something of a loner.
I didn't actually meet Tommy in our first week of university though like with my other university friends. Actually, we met on the top of Helvellyn the previous year. I was the moody looking frizzy haired ginger girl at the back, he was one of the two guys that chirpily tried to entertain us for a few minutes.
Tommy's done the completely normal and logical transformation from being a History student to being a Nursing one. He's now at Kings in London and is in his element. I can tell he'll be a fab nurse; he can keep his cool, doesn't flap and is level headed. Unlike me, who faints before, after and during any experience with a needle.
I found a bargain train ticket and decided we needed a date. We met at Euston and headed to a gem Mum's friend told me about. (It's a secret, but I'll share it with you because I'm nice like that.)
The place is called the Cork & Bottle and is 100% worth a visit. It's an underground wine place and is brilliant. The atmosphere is really chilled yet sophisticated, and they do an array of foods; cheese boards, deli bits 'n' bobs, pie, or actual meals.
He had the red, I had the fizz.
And we went for a cheese board. Did you know I love cheese?
We went classic and had Stilton, Brie and Goats, teamed with some biccys, baguette and onion chutney.
We were pretty chuffed.
Not only are they ace with food and wines, they also have a way with words...
As do their punters....
Nicely warmed up, we made way for the Borough Markets...which were shut. Though I found some Disney and Frozen related entertainment...
Officially late lunchtime, we settled down in a Pain Quotidien which Tommy had tried and tested. My experience of Pain Quotidien is similar to that of Paul or Pain Délice in France; the Starbucks and Costa of sandwich eateries. This one however, was not.
It had the same vibe as my favourite breakfast place in Lyon. I didn't know where to begin. Obviously I wanted more cheese. Tommy was sold on his cheese board.
|Proud as punch|
I wanted cheese and a little sumthin' sumthin' else so went for an Asparagus, Goats Cheese and Prosciutto Tartine. I was torn between that and a Sundried Tomato, Mozzarella and Prosciutto Tartine. The Gods at bay clearly sussed this out and brought that one over to me...accidentally.
It took me a while to notice.....
I see cheese and my legs go weak, what can I say.
After I'd cottoned on (and had my photoshoot,) I managed to swap back to my Goats cheese related heaven.
We were a little dozy after our cheese and wine feast so strolled about for a while. Tommy took me to see one of his campus' which was absolutely lovely (and right near the Shard.) And then we made way for St James' park.
But not before some Made in Chelsea-esk Thames posing.
We sat on the deck chairs in St James' and people watched. I whizzed off to get us some ice cream, and soon realised that the chairs we certainly not a free-for-all. We smoothly relocated to the grass where Tommy made a friend.
I started to get cold (and therefore moany) so we wandered over to Covent Garden for a play in the Apple shop (I needed a hand with sorting out my diabolical phone battery life.)
And then he found some boyish geeky game. At which point I lost him.
We grabbed a pint/vino until it was time my train returned me to the Midlands. It was ace to have a good old natter with Tommy and spend the day togehter. We haven't seen each other in a while and had much to catch up on; my final year fun/his freshers fun, future plans, and not to mention some reminiscing of old times.
After all this revision, a good day off for the Bank Holiday for a release was exactly what I needed.
Speaking of releases......I had a second date last night. (Hence the title....like what I did there?)
My pre-date prep with Gravy..."play it cool."
|(Sorry it's blurred - Mum's not a top photographer)|
I was wined and dined, with my favourite food and wine, followed by a cheeky tipple in Mercado Lounge, where we chatted and played scrabble. I let him win, obviously. "I wasn't trying my hardest" as my youngest step-brother would say.
I'd just say Tom's a lucky...