Day 263: Chipolata in a Wok

Oh, hello, lady

Who the fuck would put sausages in a stir-fry? Who the fuck would eat it? I would, that's who. Check ME out and my horrible fusion cuisine ways. 


Outdoor bred chipolatas, on offer; garlic and ginger, beansprouts, peppers, kale, spinach, carrots, green beans and more sweetcorn than is sensible, piped up with hot pepper sauce and a sachet of oyster-likey surprise. Oh. My. God. I nearly didn't stop. And I'll be having it cold for the next three days. I am rough as old trainers, me, but happy with it.

Some other fucker would too

I had one of the best meetings I've ever had today, with Rob. Productive, funny, playful, focused. Some of it on the tube. Some of it in a park. Most of it in a booth in Tinder Box near the Angel. That, in itself, is a massive achievement. I had to stake out the people in it already (in as subtle a way as I could muster) to get that. 

Check out the background booths

There's something immensely satisfying about those booths. These last few days have been a massive YES to my mantra of the last few years, that 'my work feels like play'. Does it? Yes, it does. Yes, it does indeed. For that, and for all the delicious moments today has held, I throw up my (big) hands, Tony Robbins stylee, in thanks.