A little bit of politics

Understandably there’s been a huge kerfuffle over the latest alleged UK terrorist plot to blow up a load of transatlantic planes mid-air. Sadly predictable though was the following chaos, cancellations & recrimination at British airports trying to cope with the increased security measures.
I was sent this excellent article from The Register though which was my favourite one of the many opinions out there & which gives a pertinent transatlantic perspective.

Boxwood Cafe

Before I forget, I wanted to mention a lovely night out I had at the Boxwood Cafe last week, in Kensington. It’s one of Gordon Ramsay’s, he’s the chef on TV who swears a lot.

We booked a 3 courses for £21 deal through top table & thoroughly enjoyed it. It seemed to my untrained palate that every ingredient could be tasted individually & that they all combined to make a whole that was delicious.

What I really liked was the ambience though; it was modern & friendly, not really pretentious at all which I had expected it to be. I also liked the enjoyable buzz of the place, which is a change as sometimes the noise of London can get to me, but there was not a spare table in the place yet it didn’t feel crowded or ‘too much’.

I’ll have to go back some day & dine a la carte.

World Cup Postcript

I promised a hiatus & there it was; a month-long one. All the stuff that I’d not done due to watching football could no longer be ignored, so the blog took a hit to the disappointment, I’m sure, of my vast readership.

Anyway, as you will know the World Cup is done and dusted; Italy won & were generally considered to be the best team although Zinedine Zidane helped them immensely with a now infamous moment of madness. England were bloody awful, predictably bombing out in the quarter-finals on penalties - again.

In fact because it was again, it wasn’t much of a big deal for most people & even though there was a predictable search for a scapegoat the consensus was more realistic.

So that it’s for another 4 years & although there was a bit too much play-acting & feigning injury from the players I’ll see you in 2010.

Pleasantly enough I actually watched the final in a pub in Shaldon, Devon, as I was attending a wedding down there. All along the coast is picture-postcard & the nearby Dartmoor is as impressive as I’d heard with wild, open spaces & secluded forested river valleys as well as feral ponies in the road. Check out lunch at the Badger’s Holt for tea & scones with what must be the thickest clotted cream anywhere!