The Gorse Fox is back in London. The work is coming to a head with Thursday's deadline; having said that GF wasn't frantic today, though suspect he will be later this week.
He headed to the hotel and was (quite rightly) upgraded to a fine room. Once he dumped his stuff he headed out to his favoured noodle restaurant. As he entered he was told "No fried rice, no water". Indeed outside the road was up and engineers were scratching their heads as they peered into the chasm. Going to a Japanese styled restaurant and being told "no fried rice" is like going to a football stadium and being told "no team". (Come to think of it, that's what happens at Upton Park and the Emirates most weeks). Anyway - in the end GF selected carefully and did enjoy the meal (which he guesses is the difference with Upton Park & the Emirates).
GF got talking to the chap next to him. He was a vulcanologist on sabbatical from Harvard and whilst studying here in England he hadn't thought of a trip to the Canaries. GF then spent ten minutes talking about Mount Teide on Tenerife and Lanzarote. (He should be on commission).
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