I sometimes enjoy that “friends' friends” link on this here livejournal. You end up finding things like this. Look. All in foriegn. And you also find excellent user icons such as

Second leg of Susannah's birthday celebrations went without a hitch. I do remember shouting extremely loudly in a Turkish restaurant and being told by my mother to be quiet. Which of course I did. I wonder what it was? Perhaps I was cursing the Ottoman Empire. I can't remember. I DO remember Jenny pulling that trick of having a glass of wine spilt over her by a waitress, and getting a complimentary bottle of wine out of it. It's not the first time she's managed that. Always best to do it with white wine (doesn't stain the clothes) and all you need is a short length of cotton tied around the base of the wine glass, a sharp tug while the mixed meze is being laid on the table, bingo.

I'm becoming aware of posting too much about eating and drinking. I'm worried that this is because I spent too much time eating and drinking. A cursory examination of my body reveals that this is indeed likely. Maybe I'll ask if he fancies a game of 1-a-side football on Hampstead Heath later. That's not a metaphor.