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Derek’s leaving cake took a lot of choosing, but it’s amazing what you can find online. And no, it didn’t taste of licorice, which was somewhat surprising. It was sort of non-descript sugary icing, all held together with chocolate butter cream. I’m not sure what the wanking man tasted of, or what kind of cream he was filled with, as we fortunately didn’t get that far before an early decamp to Jamies to drink ourselves silly on Pimms.
Fortunately plans for the stripper had fallen through, as we were sitting out on the street for the most part, and I’m sure Westminster Council has things to say about naked people running around its streets. It was a fantastic warm evening, though, as it had been all day. I’d spent lunchtime walking through Regent’s Park - right to the Zoo on the far side, and then back through the rose gardens which, I can say with all honesty, were home to more roses than I have ever seen together in one place in my whole life.
J’ai pass
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