We're what, a full forty four hours past that fateful moment when I first met up with Lebowski, Beeker, Paul, Will and Sophie, and I am STILL suffering.
Certainly I'm not as poorly as I was yesterday, but there's definitely some toxins still floating around in my system. Comfort food has been the major focus of today, now that I can actually stomach more than half a field mushroom. And mentally I'm still recovering from the nightmare that was my trip home. The Heathrow Express is fabulous, but needs beds for those foolish enough to travel hungover.
Despite that, I had a fabulous time in London, thank you so much guys. It was an absolute pleasure to meet you all and, moreso, share some special moments over calves heart. I can highly recommend St John in Spitalfield, if you've never been.
And my virgin visit to Coffee Morning was enjoyable too if a little overwhelming what with the crowd and all. Russell is a popular man, but extremely welcoming.