Sushi, wine and no T in the park

One of the best things about being away, is that when you come back you've not seen any of your mates in weeks, so they are quite glad to see you.

One evening a few months back, I drunkenly(I'm seeing a recurring theme here) suggested that a group of us had Sunday roast, as many of them while not being brits had lived in England, so knew how great a Sunday that can be. While I was in Italy I got a mail from a German friend who told me that a group of us were having lunch this Sunday. Little did I know that when I agreed - I would be sporting such a good scar on my elbow, but spontaneity is a wonderful thing.

So off I go - feeling fresh as a daisy and without a stinging elbow(Whisky did the trick). I'm not really sure what to expect - I don't know who will be in attendance, and I don't know what's getting roasted. On arriving, it turns out that nothing is getting roasted, my friends are far more exotic than that - we're having sushi.



For anyone who doesn't like the idea of sushi - I advise you to try it as soon as possible. It's very tasty and very healthy.

As is usual in Amsterdam, it's a very Multi-Cultural table. We have a German(Who made the sushi), an Argentinean, and Irish guy, a second German and a Japanese guy. I would never have the balls to make sushi for a Japanese man, it's up there with my "check if the Spaniard can play guitar" rule, my "the Eskimo probably does have a better igloo" rule, and my "the Russian probably can hold his Vodka" rule, but we are assured that it is the real deal.

Since it's such a luverly day - my shorts take on two very chilled bottles of wine, and we head to the park:



It's a wonderful day. We sit talking nonsense and relaxing. Maybe I should have a weekend at home more often.