Saturday Night Fever was my illness last weekend. Free from work at 1815 I was able to socialise with buddies, including one I have not seen since leaving China 3.5 years ago.
Just playing with camera filters.
The boys and I head downstairs to Polpo’s bar for a jar or two whilst we wait for a table to become free for greedy stomachs.
Fashion photo stylists in the making, I pose for the phone camera.
I joined the boys in Yard Bar in Soho before sipping drinks and gobbling food at Polpo. I especially recommend the chickpea, spinach and ricotta ‘meat ball’ as well as the spinach and egg pizzette. The evening came to a sweet and creamy end with frozen yoghurt at Snog.
Burly arms: I only hang out with hunks. Some people confuse Luke’s tattoo for the Dark Mark in Harry Potter.
My generation really lives via technology and social media. The boys and I were not anti-social by talking to others on our phones but we did unabashedly indulge in taking snaps for Instagram and the like. The images you see here are my results from a foodie night out in London town.
Stefan, don’t look into the light!…He looked into the light.
I’ve had fro-yo in my time but this is the first time I went to first base aka Snog.
Luke and Tom will kill me for saying this but anyway #nofilter
