We entered Cavendish Square and the restaurant - No 5 - stood before us - a throwback to the Edwardian age of Private members clubs.

It is a two story building in a classical design, big windows, small balcony over the large porch that is reached by a small set of steps.

We entered and were greeted by the Receptionist who directed us to the restaurant upstairs.

We passed the mahogany wood panelling and passed beneath crystal chandeliers,and enteres the Restaurant that was open with high ceilings and plush carpet and dark wallpaper.

Upon being seated we were treated to a selection of breads and a kind of 'salsa' dip, which G loved but not me, so I just munched on the bread, which was delicous in it's own right.

After deliberating over the menuy we placed our order and awaited for our first course to arrive.

As we sat there we noticed that the music that was playing was wrong.

It was too loud and some kinda Spanish song, which was a stark contrast to the ambience of the restaurant, which was thoroughly English.

We mentioned this to the waiter and the music was changed to a more mellow beat that was much better.

The first course arrived and G had the Rucola and Parmesan salad and I had the Pea Soup with Toasted Almonds and Orange Zest.

Both were fabulous.

The Parmesan was so fresh!!! It was beutiful.

And the pea soup was incredible. The juxtaposition of the two flavours worked incredibly well and I enjoyed it immensely.

For main course I had the Fillet of Pork and G had the home made Canneloni with Goats cheese.

And in my opinion he had made the better choice.

As nice as mine was, his was superior.

It was a good size portion, the flavours of the cheese were strong but not overbearing and were delicatley balanced with the tomato.

We had ordered two sided dishes; Crisoy courgettes and Chips with parmesan and truffles.

Both were excellent.

We didn't make it as far as dessert.

The price of the meal was very resonable for the type of establishment.

For the two of us the bill came to £50.00.

And that included 12% service charge.

It was a great meal.

But the best thing?

Sharing it with G.

So tomorrow we celebrate our first year together.

A year ago today I took the train from Manchester down to London and spent the first of many weekends with the guy I fell in love and have chosen to spend the rest of my life with.

Hell, I even committed it to digital record;

But I didn't know that then''

It was the start of a wonderful,warm, loving year for both of us.

Thank you.

Every now and again I like to indulge in a little S&M.

No, Binky, you perv, not that kind of S&M!!

Although...

I am talking about Sausage and Mash.

One of my favourite meals.

Good meaty sausage, lots of creamy potatoe and lots of thick gravy.

Sunday morning G, Tobi and I wandered down to Spitalfields Market to have a mooch around and we very impressed with what was there.

Lots of great food stalls selling huge range of homemad eand very fresh foods, from Garlic marinated in Mint to bright green spinach quiche to the lightest, most flavoursome Chocalate Brownie you have ever had the pleasure to try.

We just wandered around, enjoying the sights and sounds.

We finally settled on a little Cafe called S&M - Sausage and Mash.

We were seated in the small but bustling cafe and perused the extensive menu with a whole variety of sausages available to us.

I am of course, trying to suppress my inclination to grin a dirty grin in the best tradition of the Carry On movies as I type this....all this talk about sausage's and me being a bona fide fag and all.

G chose the Cumberland and Steak and Guiness.
Tobi the Chicken and Aspargus and a cheesy type sausage.

'Cheesy Sausage'......sigh.

When the meals arrived we were blown away with just how good it all was.

Mine came with a Spring Onion mash that was just divine.

I tried some of G's sausage - the steak and guiness one and it was delicous.

So very very tasty.

And if that wasn't enough, just after we entered the small cafe and sat down, Gilbert and George got up to leave.

Gilbert and frickin' George!!!

That must score at least a 20 on the Coolometre(TM)

''Barbera, do you have any regrets?''

She read the question aloud in front an audience of 20,000 people.

It had been a fantastic concert, everything a Barbera Streisand concert should be.

A huge stage, a 56 piece orchestra and celebrities in the audience.

It was very Hollywood.

The questions had been suplied by the audience, they had the opportunity to ask her any question they wanted.

''..any regret's...'' she continued ''I regret wearing these shoes from the first act..''

Priceless.

I made this.

144 miles an hour.

That was the velocity of the tennis ball after Andy Roddick made a serve yesterday at Wimbledon.

This was my first visit and I have to say it was thrilling.

I am not a person who is naturally drawn to sport - let's face it I am a big fat lardass who counts his walk to work every day as 'excersise'...

G goes every year and I am glad we went together this year.

We arrived for the first match on Court no 1 - the match started at 11am and didn't finish until five hours.

Five frickin' hours!!

Baghdatis v Djokovic

Those guys slugged it out in front of us, neither of them giving an inch. When one guy got the advantage, the other would then leap ahead.

In fact, we left the courtside, went for lunch and came back to catch the final set.

Then we watched the first set of the Roddick v Gasquet mtach and when we left, Roddick was winning 2 sets to one.

He eventually lost.

As we sat there watching all the action, Sun beat down upon us and we both came back with red faces.

It was a good day.

I found this over at Playwrite27's Blog, a blog I read daily, she has a wonderful -if not brutal- way of writing.

Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 6% of all men
You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving.

How Rare Is Your Personality?
http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/

Man, it's Friday, so give me a frickin' break!!

''That was probably one of the best thing's we have seen' said G as we left teh Queen Elizabeth Hall.

I first saw Suzanne Vega in 1986 in Birmingham.

She was on her first world tour and I was in my second year at college.

A friend of mine, Mike, was a Muso, he expanded my music horizon's beyond ELO and into a new territory - into places where the Smith's, The WonderStuff and the Communards were the King's of this new and exciting land.

He gave me a cassette of her second albumn and I was hooked.

I remember kicking myself years later in Dublin when I heard she was playing and I missed her.

So I was fairly excited last night as we sat in the small venue - it seated about a thousand- and the lights dimmed and she took the stage.

She walked out with congidence, a petite figure dressed in a beige rain coat and black legging's looking very parisian.

She opended with 'Tom's Diner' which is probably her signature song, before launching into material from her new albumn.

Her voice was sultry and earthy, and she played the guitar with the ease and confidence of a seasoned performer, never dropping a note and making it look so damnned easy.

She commented between songs -New York is a Woman in particular-that she had asked audiences in the other city's she had played what kind of person the city would be.

Liverpool was a Cheeky Girl.

Brighton was a Gay Man.

And at some point, somebody shouteds that London was an 'Adoptive Parent'

Another said it was the Queen.

I kinda like the adoptive parent.

It fits.

She went on playing and singing and when she exited the stage for the last time I was glad we had seen her.

I was glad G had enjoyed it.

And we both commented that we would see her again.

Next time.

So I occasionally flick over to 'Silent Bob SPeaks' and get frustrated that one of blogs that I love, one of the Blogs that inspired me to put pen to paper...er finger to keyboard..is not updated..again.

Or when it has been updated it's only an advert for something Smith wants to sell.

Man, I should eat my own words.