Why not try something new?
Blog about stuff in rhymes of two.
I’ve always had a knack with verses.
Quick witted couplets don’t need curses,
So I’ll keep it clean and try to be funny
And tell you how London took a lot of my money.
Thursday saw me see good, old faces
Whilst Friday took me to good, old places.
So I’ll start with the former, beginning at Foundation
Where Howie, Chrissy and I recalled in elation
That Alumni weekend is drawing nearer
(And we best book hotel rooms before it gets dearer).
From then it progressed into the usual chat
About how “the club’s changed” and where we were at
In jobs, love and hockey - is there much more?
Then to Soho we ventured - in seek of a door.
Taking a right onto Poland Street,
A buzzer pressed, a woman we meet.
She takes our coats, IDs and Chris’ money
And enter the 3 of us into Milk and Honey.
A setting requiring no banners or press,
It’s an American bar in a candle-lit dress.
No riff-raff. Members only,
Not for a bachelor or London's lonely.
It has rules for gents, like don’t talk to a broad
As she’ll ask if she’s interested, and won't if she’s bored.
Put your hats on the hooks, just by the door,
Or see yourself leaving without touching the floor.
Cocktails and sausages, just a light snack,
For later we had Bodeon to attack.
Conversation continued in old leathered chairs
Whilst we discovered the joys of Devil’s Shares.
Bourbon, maple syrup, orange juice,
That delicious blend - it’ll leave you loose!
But after ribs, stacked burgers, and seeing double,
Off we went to Player - in search of more trouble.
We joined the cast of "Tinker, Tailor" -
Moustaches, odd hats and even a sailor.
Howie steering the ship, from up on the decks
As more alcohol slipped down turtle-necks.
Overnight intentions at Beckenham Junction
But the eye on the time became lazy in function.
We missed our train home by more than an hour,
The mood took a twist and we lacked the power
To resist a return to see our new pal Manuel,
Our M&H cocktail man - and all was well.
3am drinks and lowering lids
I had to mutter the phrase “Let’s go home kids”.
Work alarm goes off, rookie mistake.
But I hear the other two are wide awake,
They faced work in under an hour!
So I went in with Chris after having a shower
But still in the sweat of last night clothes
And I couldn’t quite fool a passer-bys’ nose.
Navigating London with my phone’s tube map
Might as well have been wearing a “London-noob” cap.
10am, Southbank with a whole school on a trip
Over Westminster bridge, past Big Ben I skip
On to the Abbey - no photos allowed -
But I left there for Whitehall, I just followed the crowd.
Take a snap of Winston, then folly and lark
En route to Victoria Station, via St James Park.
1pm, Overground to grab my gear,
No hangover, yet - every reason to cheer.
A change of dress, masking alcohol scent
“Thanks” to K&A, back to ‘the smoke’ I went
Juggling bags at Picadilly Circus, I’m there
Just in time to see BGT in Trafalgar Square.
Then headphones donned, feet now sore
The National Gallery I began to explore.
It’s a place where you can lose hours of days.
I advise you get a map, it’s an absolute maze.
West-end stage doors, streets to walk down
From there to arcades then China Town.
4pm, Cha Cha Moon for dinner,
Then to Size? for a Braves’ snapback, finally. Winner!
Rendez-vous with J at Oxford Street Toppers.
Via typical routes for London's female shoppers
We arrive at The White Horse for a pint with V -
They are the £100k twins from MPD you see.
Exchanging stories over freshly served food and ale,
Then back on the train home with a sandwich now stale.
What fun I recall of these midweek jaunts
A tradition to continue, exploring new haunts.
Being a tourist in the homeland, London has treasures
To find and discover, satisfy all sorts of pleasures.
A hit for the wallet, but one worth taking.
London, calling, and memory making.
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