No expense spared. You've got to know how to treat a lady, that's my motto.
Hope it doesn't rain while we're walking to the bus stop though.
Taking the 273 to Chislehurst. Never tried the 273. Pretty excited if I'm honest.
That's the exciting thing, p. There's no way of telling in advance!
Yoofs or no, what I do know is that the journey home will not be made uncomfortable by having one eye in the mirror for possible Feds and their ridiculously protestant attitude to drinking wine with the meal.
Most restaurants are, y'know, in a building of some description.
I like the Goods Shed. Is Piet the Dutch cheeseseller still there?
Rocksalt's nice but it's not cosy, is it? It's sort of... cold. And it's in Folkestone I had lunch there quite recently sat next to thon fella, wossisname, Victor Lewis-Smith. White man with dreads, you know.
What are you doing going out on Valentine's Day, anyway? Restaurants will be serving repulsive menus to repulsive mooning idiots. Are you slinging it up some fancy piece who needs entertaining?
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'