Tuesday, 26 August 2008

"That's Mao Tse-Tung, not a mouse's tongue."

Old Shooting Stars joke there. And while I'm at it, here's another: "Sorry Don, no gin."

Anyway, the point of this post (if I can remember it amid the stupidity) was to post something cheerful for a change. On Saturday night a few of us went out to celebrate my wife's birthday and that of a friend of ours'. We went to Cafe Mao in Glasgow (which hopefully explains the title of this post), and despite Lorraine and I having reservations about the menu (which is what happens when you have two fussy people recovering from stomach bugs) but in the end we enjoyed ourselves.

That wasn't the main reason we enjoyed ourselves though. No, that was because of the company. Out with probably my three best friends up here, relaxing, chatting, having fun. The location was secondary (probably just as well given the service, which didn't match the food).

It felt a bit weird being somewhere like that again. Somewhere a bit upmarket, somewhere a bit more expensive than we'd normally go. Anyhow, for the time spent with friends it was worth every penny.