Say Ooh, la la, say ooh, la la, c'mon...

Cuisine à la française, with some current and ex colleagues (soon all to be ex of course). I'm something of an imposter in the group being, a. male, and b. around a decade older than any.

Fun night though, decent meal, then cracking cocktails, with hi jinks and chat before waiting in a taxi queue to get home listening to middle-aged Geordie women talking about their nipples, before deciding the queue was moving too slowly so they were just going to go and continue drinking.