So the only thing bad about not having muscles on tap now, aka that thick boyfriend I had (don't worry he can't read so this blog won't be a problem), is that I'm yearning for something else hearty. I wondered about some chorizo. A nice thick stew perhaps? Ooh some garlic bread. And I want a red wine with BODY.
With this in mind I went on a hot date with the gang to Le Monmartre in Islington. Obvs had the Pixies Fix, with pate to start, a very meaty fish gratin, and some creme brulee tinted kisses from Dave for pudding. Mainly lots of red wine. Who doesn't want a little sick in the toilet between courses?
Then we went for a drink at a nearby pub and I tried not to cry as Alex hit me in the face in time to Rhianna Rude Boy. Just incase I was missing any physical attention.
I think you'll agree, excellent photography as always.
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