Our mark, let's call her “E”, doesn't know that this is a surprise birthday dinner. Cake is in play. We keep the conversation light in wait of the music. One problem - the card is still blank! So begins the great birthday card heist of '24.
This was a Tanzwüste kinda week. Melodic and cheerful.
Wednesday evening was a real highlight. I can only gush about how delightful it was and how delightful the crowd was, but that's not what you're here for so I'll gloss over that. Thanks for organising, R!
Aren't we always heading to Paddington?
At the weekend I walked from Harrow to Hanwell to see parakeets and beavers, and then ran (aided by public transit) from Hanwell to Surrey Quays to drink caipirinhas.
Imagine having to wear a straw hat in class, as part of your uniform. Wild.
M dragged me along to a table tennis court: I walked in as an embarrassing beginner and walked out a teensy bit better. I find it really hard to be bad at stuff like this, so just won't, but after embracing the vulnerability it was a great time.
If you're subscribed by RSS or email, something really weird is going to happen next week.
Hopefully next week will be a Tanzwüste kinda week too!
