So last night I'm over at P's house and we decide to go out to eat as her fridge is broken/can't be arsed to cook etc.
We strolled in Mez, a Turkish restaurant thst does lovely food and is under a minutes walk from her gaff.
the music in there was much louder than usual when we sat down and it was a bit busier than I've seen it before.
Blissfully the song finished and for 3 or 4 minutes there was quiet.
Then, as I'm trying to decide whether to have Dolmades or Sukuk to start the music bangs in twice as loud as before and a belly dancer appears. Now, the music was annoying enough, but suddenly all the girls on the big table at the back decided it would be grand to stand about 6 inches from my ear, clapping like fucking seals along with the music, while people took paparazi-like photos from all round our table, at one point barging me out of the way. After a few minutes it all became too annoying so we left (after almost having to fight off the manager who was trying to manhandle me back into my seat.)
Now, I realise that it might be a bit killjoy and that these people were only having fun. But you know, right next to me?
So anyway, we walked up to Canary Wharf instead, my right ear still ringing. Sat down in Carlucio's ordered some wine...
...and the fucking fire alarm went off. For 10 minutes.
Someone up there hates me.
We strolled in Mez, a Turkish restaurant thst does lovely food and is under a minutes walk from her gaff.
the music in there was much louder than usual when we sat down and it was a bit busier than I've seen it before.
Blissfully the song finished and for 3 or 4 minutes there was quiet.
Then, as I'm trying to decide whether to have Dolmades or Sukuk to start the music bangs in twice as loud as before and a belly dancer appears. Now, the music was annoying enough, but suddenly all the girls on the big table at the back decided it would be grand to stand about 6 inches from my ear, clapping like fucking seals along with the music, while people took paparazi-like photos from all round our table, at one point barging me out of the way. After a few minutes it all became too annoying so we left (after almost having to fight off the manager who was trying to manhandle me back into my seat.)
Now, I realise that it might be a bit killjoy and that these people were only having fun. But you know, right next to me?
So anyway, we walked up to Canary Wharf instead, my right ear still ringing. Sat down in Carlucio's ordered some wine...
...and the fucking fire alarm went off. For 10 minutes.
Someone up there hates me.
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