A poor photograph, but an excellent string quintet.
Thank you to all of those people whom have taken the time to drop by, read and even comment on my posts.
If you have been paying attention, then you will recall that yesterday I was travelling to London to have a professional work on my hair and my beard.
“When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life.” Perhaps the most famous quote from Samuel Johnson.
On the train, I asked Twitter for any suggestions on where I might get a decent glass of something white and bracing and a bite to eat.
Isn’t Twitter incredible? Within minutes @CoventGardenLDN read my tweet and came back looking for detail on what type of wine I was looking for. Astonishing!
@BeaBTCharles, a friend from #writingchat came back with a specific recommendation for The Crusting Pipe, where I went.
As promised, I sat on a terrace that felt outside, but was inside. I listened to live opera, with a cool glass of Sauvignon Blanc from Chile in hand.
Between the arias, I could catch snippets of conversation in German, in Italian, Spanish, French and many more languages that I can only vaguely recognise. It truly felt like the World’s capital.
Energy, enthusiasm and fun. I could not help but be caught up in it.
When I lived in London, I found it frenetic and exhausting. Now that I don’t, I find it energising.
Tired of life? Not at all. Take me to my Beard-Barber!
