Counting circles

Well we didn't slice him through to count the circles but maybe we should have counted the bottles that were emptied in celebration of the 57 years of his life. We were served up with some fabulous food along with cocktails beforehand and spent the evening laughing and joking, reminiscing about the days when we used to stay out late more often, ache less and not worry too much of the consequences in store the next morning.

I can vouch for the fact that my head was not feeling too wonderful after a nights sleep. I would also be happy to write a glowing critique of Maiyango in Leicester. My only moan would be that the low light (dark) made the beige with brown small print menu somewhat difficult for us, not quite so young, patrons to read.