Soho Village

Today was a bit of a strange one, Soho had turned into a little village. While walking to work I bumped into some chums who were seeking refuge in a members club on Shaftsbury Avenue because their Internet connection had blown up, but the one in the club was still working. I'm sure this was just an excuse to drink cocktails while typing away. It's a good way to spend time either way.

Then I met a lovely friend for lunch. She was a bit stressed but I think the healing power of luncheon helped her at least small amount. She works in Soho as well and we have been talking about going for lunch for months but today we finally managed it. It was a good lunch, we had hummus and I drank something strange that was supposed to be good for you if you had an injury. Then I walked her most of the way back to the office while talking about how boys are a bit disappointing.

After lunch I ambled over to see another chum at her restaurant. It was a bit of a flying visit because I had to scamper back to work but I was really impressed by the place. It's a proper old-school Soho restaurant. I will definitely be back to eat. I tried to blag writing about it for a feature but alas it's too well known to be included in the piece.

I'm back on the party circuit, there is a bash tonight in Kensington but I'm not sure I'm going to go. I still feel a bit strange but it would be nice to meet some new people. More importantly my new cards turned up (hurrah) and now I can't remember my P.I.N. What a berk.