These farewell tours are exhausting. No wonder the Rolling Stones only do one every few years. I will have to add pics when we get to Sydney and I can figure out how to get Gus' camera to talk to my netbook. At the moment, my brain is too befuddled to work it out. Blame stress or alcohol - your choice.
We had a great barbecue on Sat night here in Chelsea where we are staying with Tanya & Kostas. Tanya is an Aussie refugee - having escaped Adelaide 22 years ago. Kostas provided great Greek food and did his man thing in charge of the bbq. Nice sausage Kostas. The guest list consisted of the creme de la creme of London society - well the society of people who know us anyway. Roslyn & Denton (also Aussie refugees from Adelaide - the murder capital of Australia apparently) came armed with copious amounts of champagne (thanks guys). Allen (American) and Rose (South African) gave us our leaving gifts of an Aussie cork hat for me and Dame Edna glasses for Gus. And Bill and Judith (thank god some more Brits) provided the evening's glamour. Cupcakes from the Hummingbird Bakery rounded off the evening and gave some much needed sugar and carb to ward off the hangovers.
Sunday we drove to Manchester in torrential rain. The sun was shining by the time we met Breffni and Finn for afternoon tea at Harvey Nichol's department store in Manchester city centre. Great tea, great company and great views of all the chavs with their Primark bags waiting for a tram.
We were staying at the Great John Street Hotel - a converted school house right next to Granada Studios. Very cool hotel with eclectic decor and a mezzanine bathroom. Also a rooftop terrace with views of the Coronation Street set........exciting only for the Brits I know. We have a pic of Dev's supermarket............
Drinks and dinner with Mr Tim Wilman followed. Sadly Giselle couldn't make it - still poorly after her last trip to China. Tim was his usual ebullient self, regaling us with tales of his heli skiing holiday. Bloody scary. What is it with straight boys and their need to risk life and limb in pursuit of a good time! I can have a perfectly good time lying down! By a pool.....with a drink.
Monday we drove over to Anglesey to leave my car at my mum's. This was the first time Gus had met my mum - fortunately he was too hungover to be nervous. It went well, and we enjoyed our brief visit.
Then the train to London, and coffee at Euston station with Alison. We do know all the in places. Dinner again with Kostas and Tanya, and then more drinks with Rose, Allen and Bev (aka Lady Gaga) who was back from a weekend in St Tropez.
Today we are meeting my kids for afternnoon tea before finally getting on the plane to Sydney.
The start of our big adventure.
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Hope you have an easy and uneventful trip down under. Looking forward to meeting up with you soon. Cheers!
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