
les trois garcon

aint misbehaving
see, there's this thing about when me and my friends go to fancy restaurants like 'les trois garcon'.
we're paying customers and as such i reckon we should expect to get treated the same: get the same level of service and all.
but we're younger and better dressed than most of our fellow diners and i think in all honesty it makes people uncomfortable: puts their noses out of joint: that we can eat where they eat and we don't have to wear a suit all day (unless we want to) and don't work in an office for 'someone else'.
this clash causes some problems.
usually with waiters.
being a former butler i know a little about service and when i'm not getting it.
the self fulfilling prophecy kicks in.
we're expected to be unruly and misbehave...so invariably we do, to some extent.
my fabulous friend GG is very good at getting attention (even if it means smashing glasses).
last night's desert had something all over it that looked a lot like...
i had a good day again today.
went round my new mate robert's studios and joined him on a jolly, round columbia road taking pictures that might inspire new pieces and collections.
very interesting to collaborate in this way.
i think he's a genius.
had a liquid lunch at the birdcage.
placed a few bets in a bookies round the corner (not me: i NEVER gamble: i only play a sure thing)
and finished up our day at 'ye olde axe' which was the most friendly, relaxed strip club i've ever been in...and...ur...i've been in a few around the world.
took pictures all along the way.
they'll all appear here soonish.
me, GG, doroteé and sara went to 'les trois gaarcon' for deener.
they didn't serve cider of course so we had to settle for some posh: champagne.
us beggars can't be choosers.
drove sara back to seven sisters which is so far north it might not be london.
and returned to mrs.perou with a t-shirt from robert that still had shot gun pellets falling out of it.
he likes to customise things by shooting them with a twelve-bore.