Getting up for once on a Saturday without weeping with pain meant a little afternoon trip was in order. Greenwich was the vibe. F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-resh.
Aspirations are high on the agenda in this place so we did our best to maintain. I ate some curried goat, we found a tasteful pouff for the feet, some manly cheese for the nose and Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours for the ears. Plus we saw time itself. Hype I hear you cry. Hype indeed.