Another full work day with Phil in Winchester and Ange camped out working in the flat. So, time for a small taste of where our own Lady Jane Tanqueray of Alton Towers has been
drinking hobnobbing with the upper crust of society this week.
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| Rose Bowl cricket ground; courtesy of Hilton.com |
Saturday: Tonight Lady Jane, drink in hand, attended an award ceremony at the Rose Bowl in Southampton. Home of Hampshire cricket, the ceremony was to honour the old buggers -- sorry -- veterans who play on over-50, over-60 and rather wonderfully, over-70s cricket for their county. [
Editor's note: Lady Jane would like me to remind her gentle readers that she was BY FAR the youngest person in the room. I advised her that would go without saying.]
It was an evening where the overall theme was undoubtedly 'the older I get, the better I was'...
Much excitement on Table 1 as talk turned to the forthcoming cricket tour to Barbados. Given the amounts of alcohol being consumed, Lady Jane mused that some should perhaps be wearing England Drinking Squad blazers rather than the rather natty Hampshire ones. No matter.
Whilst undoubtedly thrilled to be returning to this particular colony after many years absence, Lady J did voice her concern as to the ability of
Hampshire Seniors to sustain five games in nine days against much younger Bajan players used to the tropical temperatures. Her fears were somewhat allayed by the Team Manager (complete with one broken wrist, no less) who informed her that she is packing a defibrillator... Apparently 'it only works if you're dead'...
That remains to be seen.
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| Source: www.cavgdsclub.co.uk |
Thursday: Thursday evening saw Lady Jane, drink in hand, working the room at the
Cavalry and Guards Club in Piccadilly. The ‘Cav and G,’ as it is affectionately referred to by Members, is one of those quintessentially English creations, the Gentleman’s Club. The home from home for military types up from the Country, it’s the epitome of Englishness: leather armchairs, roaring fires, rarefied atmosphere, stiff G&Ts and no talking in the Library. No strippers, no poles and no leopard skin. Sadly. [
Editor's note: That is also the epitome of Englishness, but in the seedier parts of SoHo, right next to Piccadilly]
Lady Jane mixed with the great and the good from the world of boutique finance, the military and The Arts, all of whom commented on the shortness of the waitresses. [
Editor's note: Lady Jane has advised that there wasn't a waitress over 5 feet tall. Knowing her fear of OompaLoompas or anything Willy Wonkaesque, this editor can only be flummoxed at how she managed. But that is why the elite are the elite, I suppose].
She managed to find herself cornered by a very strange couple on their first date. The young lady gave the impression that she didn’t get out much and the young man clearly got out more than he should. His presence was only tolerated because he told a very amusing story about a baby, a dressing gown, a rope and a crowd of Arsenal supporters…
Carriages at 8 pm saw Lady Jane withdrawing gracefully after nearly falling down the stairs.
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Souce: Visit London
[Editor's note: even if just to go Lady Jane spotting!] |
Canape of the day: goats cheese puff balls.
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