A Night Out

Last night was the first meeting for a while of a bunch of "Past it Round Tablers" known affectionately as the "Old Farts".  The plan was to have a point, go for a curry and have a few more drinks until pleasantly stewed.

We do not aspire to the giddy heights of the "Paddington Bear Club" - a group of City businessmen, who go out on a Friday evening with a label tied to their suit lapels giving their home address and the instruction,
"If found please put me in a taxi - there is twenty pounds in my pocket to pay the fare". They then drink until they are insensible. Not for us, we aim to have a pleasant, predictable evening out and a safe walk home.

Here we are going into the Prince of India, Me, Paul, Colin, David and David. The food and service was as good as ever but some confusion among the Old Farts about whether to have large or small Cobras.

So far so good. We then pay for the meal in readies and head for the door. Stopping en route at the cupboard where they have been safely keeping our coats. It was Paul who spotted him. The waiter, a young lad bent double hiding in the cupboard in Harry Potter fashion. He wasn't up to no good, he was texting someone, out of sight of the management. Truly wonderful! Thank you Rasheed for the entertainment and the material for the Blog!