Posh Nosh

Chop Chop was heaving tonight and so five of us were squashed around a table that would have comfortably sat two. That meant elbows in the various sauces, wine spilling into the seeminly never-ending dishes that arrived and a lot of, 'Oh sorry' as we stabbed each other in the face with the chopsticks. Never mind, the food was great. There were two huge parties of Chinese people in the restaurant, which I feel is always a good sign that the food is the real McCoy.

This chap went out for a breather and was poshly smoking his fag using a very elegant holder.