Not the World Cup News

Off to that London on 9:30 train. What fabulous little apartments they have up in West Hampstead. Just down from a Little Waitrose, and above the Black Lion, with its beer garden. Not that I was watching, but there were also quite a few screens showing football I couldn’t help but notice.
But we couldn’t stay there forever. Nooo. We had to spruce up and head on over to F&H’s new gaff. Off with that TV, H! So we chatted and had a beer and then went over to Bobby Fitzpatrick’s - and even here the footy was on, Spain going 3-2 up on Portugal. Not that I was looking.
And on to a Lebanese restaurant - no TV! I do think I managed very well to not talk about football. You’ve got to hand it to that Ronaldo though, no?