The Road to H...

I dragged myself out of bed sometime during Desert Island Discs (how come if he's the most successful living composer, I've never heard of him? And what about McCartney?), may have had a bath, and wandered down to the Doves to see G, who was working a Barney and hasn't been at the Doves for weeks. N was there already, looking a little worse for wear, and Amanda was sat at the bar, looking radiant as ever. ( Read more... )