The weekend was rather spendidoso. My sister came down from the North to visit me and boy oh boy...we had fun. We took a long walk around Central London on Saturday that was followed by watching Mikado at the London Coliseum which was absolutely hilarious. I love the way they parodied the Japanese as a cruel, brutal race. Oh the contemporary twists and pedantic well-pronounced cast members they incorporated naturally echoed that classic British wit and humour! A must see for all I consider.
Having finished up there, I received a call from Freddie asking me whether or not I wanted to go out. He was extremely irritated at me on Friday for turning him down and seeing as he was flying to China on Sunday I figured that i owed him that respect to do so and enjoy his final night!
I won't go into good depth but the night started off terribly and only did things improve when i dragged Freddie away from the delights of NW1; some seedy place called 'Positively 14th Street' hardly got me gasping with excitement...if I was gasping, it was for air because i was choking on the air of debauchery inside.
We ended up at his favourite hide, G-A-Y and little did we know that the Feeling were playing! Despite the time being 1.30, we still managed to see them play 3 of their best songs they'd saved till last and morevero, TO SEE THEM DRESS UP AS MEMBERS OF THE SPICE GIRLS. Naturally I'll have to play devil's advocate and say that was for wooing a loyal gay fan-base!
We'd ended the night on a positive and it is with little hesitancy that i assert we were both rather...mushed. I made my way home and he walked it back to Azeeta's place!
Come Sunday morning, i was definitely reeling in the hangover of my own making but this passed as i took to a place of Egg's Benedict my sister made me accompanied with a jug of water just to re-hydrate my self. Oh it was delicious and i savour every moment she makes such a treat for me!
So Sunday was the day she'd booked a tea session at the Dorchester Hotel. How civilised! Our alloted time was from 14.30 till 16.15 and given my sister's anal tendencies to be early (despite my use of the word anal, i accept it's definitely a good thing), we left the house 1 hour and 30 minutes before we were due at the Dorchester.
After taking to the bus, then the tube and alighting at Hyde Park Corner, we had to navigate a series of chicanes in the road that led us eventually (and on time thank goodness) to the Dorchester!
Oh the ecstasy that followed was immense. Everyone is quite aware of my tea-obsession; i live it, i breathe it and i most certainly drink it. I tried the 'East Frisian' blend that was absolutely decadent. It was strong and bold on it's own but once i added two sugars...it had a subtler, refined taste to it. Oh how a euphemism is dying to drawn from that.
Nonetheless, the highlight of the tea session was marked by the entry of Sylvester Stallone into the promenade!!! WHAT A TREAT, my sister and I pondered.
He looked as fresh as he did 26 years ago when he'd finished casting for Rambo 1. He has defied age terribly well and he entertains a 'swaggish' walk that every man should aspire to recreate at some point during their lives. My sister at this point had inundated her friends with texts and responses were naturally geared towards getting an autograph. One of her friends had said she was such a fan of Stallone that she named her dog after him. My only reply to my sister at this point was, "I somehow don't think he will be too happy with knowing his prized name was used to call a dog". But it was all jokes. These two ladies from Wales melted in their seats as Stalone walked past them. I can only attribute this to the radiation from his testosterone.
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