''I've got it'' I say.
I'm sitting in Gordon's Wine Bar adjacent to Embankment Tube station, with CH, a friend and colleague form Manchester who also moved down to London.
She is a good looking girl, blonde and curvacious with a bright smile.
The wine bar itself is a little gem.
You would pass it without ever knowing it was there and you enter down a rickety old staircase to a dark drinking den below.
The wood panelling is a bit hit and miss in it's effort to try and cover the ancient and exposed brickwork.
Chalk boards proclaim the house wine list and people sit huddled around candles melting all over the wine bottles upon which they sit.
It's dark, the only light coming from the aforementioned candles and it has a bit of dungeon quality to it, as part of it has low vaulted ceilings and a cage at one end holding a reserve stock of wine.
It's a great place.
''It needs to say'' I continue taking a sip of the second bottle - a Riesling Piesporter that is quite ripe with fruit and honey flavours - '' Blonde 27 Seeks Single Solvent Mature Man For Good Times''
She smiles approvingly.
''Just one addition'' she says ''..it needs to finish with'Pulse Optional' ''
I agree and take another slug of the wine, feeling like we had at least accomplished something that day.
19/02/08 @ 00:31