Thursday, June 08, 2006
Guess who's coming to dinner
So, Carey and I had Travis over for dinner last night. It's true, what James says, he IS a good guest. Not wishing to alarm him too much, I picked him up from Streatham Hill station with the immortal words: "Welcome to the shitty end of town."I introduced him to the joys of John Peel, Goldie Lookin' Chain, and Gogol Bordello. We discussed the vagaries of the British social security system, and transactional analysis, and then, after a quick ingredient check, we fed him our best Chicken Lhaksa, before settling down to The Monastery Revisted. Being a "Sceptic Tank", he hadn't actually seen The Monastery before, and was very moved by the show, as were we all.
A stiff Caipiroska was thrown into the mix and might have oiled the wheels of the evening somewhat. Topped off with a brief educational tour of Brixton village and a potted history of Black London as I drove him home to emphasize the anthropological side of his time in South London, it was generally an all round enjoyable evening.
He got back safe and sound to Westminster in good time for bed.
No really, he's fine.
