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This afternoon, following a lovely freebie jazz gig at Cadogan Hall, I attempted Oxford Street. I don't know whether it was the sunshine, or whether there was nothing, not even the women's boxing , on telly, but the famous street was very much back to its overcrowded normality, and I had to fight overheated self and bike through the milling throngs to gain the quieter side streets through to Park Lane. Everywhere around the finges of Hyde Park, at all the entry points, there are uniformed guides - not guides to steer tourists in the direction of Stratford, or anything to do with the Olympics, but young people - one wonders, are they volunteers? - in pink uniforms, barring the way to people, any people, wanting to chance it at the pedestrian crossings. So parched was I by the time I reached Clapham Common that I stopped off at a trendy little eatery for one of the most delicious ice cream cones I can ever remember - not just cherry-flavoured but containing actual fresh cherries! It was one among about twenty flavours on offer, some of them unusual, to say the least. Avocado ice cream, anyone? Pimento?? 26 C was still registering as the Hyde Park shade temperature when I reached home at six, so it would have been a good deal higher in Oxford Street, and it certainly felt like it!
I won't mention my purchases, but have to say, for gentlemen's clobber on offer at the moment, the range is pretty good - one can even get proper sports jackets in one retailer whose name one cannot mention for reasons of advertising - Harris Tweed included.
This afternoon, following a lovely freebie jazz gig at Cadogan Hall, I attempted Oxford Street. I don't know whether it was the sunshine, or whether there was nothing, not even the women's boxing , on telly, but the famous street was very much back to its overcrowded normality, and I had to fight overheated self and bike through the milling throngs to gain the quieter side streets through to Park Lane. Everywhere around the finges of Hyde Park, at all the entry points, there are uniformed guides - not guides to steer tourists in the direction of Stratford, or anything to do with the Olympics, but young people - one wonders, are they volunteers? - in pink uniforms, barring the way to people, any people, wanting to chance it at the pedestrian crossings. So parched was I by the time I reached Clapham Common that I stopped off at a trendy little eatery for one of the most delicious ice cream cones I can ever remember - not just cherry-flavoured but containing actual fresh cherries! It was one among about twenty flavours on offer, some of them unusual, to say the least. Avocado ice cream, anyone? Pimento?? 26 C was still registering as the Hyde Park shade temperature when I reached home at six, so it would have been a good deal higher in Oxford Street, and it certainly felt like it!
I won't mention my purchases, but have to say, for gentlemen's clobber on offer at the moment, the range is pretty good - one can even get proper sports jackets in one retailer whose name one cannot mention for reasons of advertising - Harris Tweed included.
Are we to get photos of this hunk in his new clobber ?? And that ice cream sounds VERY nice.
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A stonking morning in progress here in NW2 - started off coolish and hazy but now there's a clear sky & glorious bone-easing sunshine plus the occasional waft of breeze. Bliss!
A stonking morning in progress here in NW2 - started off coolish and hazy but now there's a clear sky & glorious bone-easing sunshine plus the occasional waft of breeze. Bliss!
Same here in the Pennines: three stonkers in a row!
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Same here in the Pennines: three stonkers in a row!
Ooh, I say ferney!! Those of a nervous disposition may like to pass the sal volatile around at the very thought of it!
Another Summers day here, without the humidity but I crave ice cream with real cherries a la S_A!
Ooh, I say ferney!! Those of a nervous disposition may like to pass the sal volatile around at the very thought of it!
Another Summers day here, without the humidity but I crave ice cream with real cherries a la S_A!
Shame I didn't make a note of the name of the place, as you could have added it to your checklist of Places To Visit on your next one here, Anna.
Shame I didn't make a note of the name of the place, as you could have added it to your checklist of Places To Visit on your next one here, Anna.
Ha! You know, one day, I might creep up behind you and say "BOO" and cause you to fall off your velocipede whilst on one of my moonlit flits to Sarf Lunnon !!
As to ice cream, I remember my grandma saying she got loads of tutti-frutti from the American GIs ..........
Ha! You know, one day, I might creep up behind you and say "BOO" and cause you to fall off your velocipede whilst on one of my moonlit flits to Sarf Lunnon !!
As to ice cream, I remember my grandma saying she got loads of tutti-frutti from the American GIs ..........
Obviously not my grandma ........
Next door are firing up their barbie and I am going to prepare my semi-veggie salad type meal before I get tuned into the track events tonight. And, to those on this thead who mocked me for not liking rocket, I had a bit of a St. Paul conversion mo and I am now growing it and it's looking good!!
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