Music is a lifeblood that runs through the veins of humanity – crossing cultural, language and education divides, there is something primitive and utterly beguiling about a ‘phat beat’ pumping, the sweet glissando of a string quartet or the haunting duet of singers.
|This photo is technically terrible, but I rather love it..
When I’m playing my tunes (aka choons for the 80’s babes)
it doesn’t matter that there are thunder and lightening storms outside
to the staccato beat of rain hitting pavements. Inside, the clever
arrangement of instruments playing with the weft and weave of vocal
harmony means it’s gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day!
On another note, London, sort out your weather!
The week that was involved a rather madcap adventure around Farringdon/Clerkenwell featuring a boxing kangaroo (stuffed), gourmet kebabs, a wander around the medieval headquarters of the St John’s Ambulance charity and another rather cute pub cat spotting.
We popped into my favourite crazy cocktail bar, the Zetter Townhouse (I love the quirks so much I drag most people there, for the ‘adult chocolate truffles’ alone).
Later in the week we popped in for a few beverages and a blogger night at Paesan.
Their cocktail menu is rather wonderful, and their Italian flavour feast rather delicious. (Gluten Free Fennel Sausages, that’s all I’m going to say…