At Least the Pizza Was Good

[pmcray]

Went on a date this afternoon with Helen Cardrick (Pembroke, 1988). I'm prepared to name the guilty party. A truly weird date given that it was at the bar she owns in Herne Hill (Herne Hill! Herne Hill! I had dragged myself to Herne Hill. It may think it's the new Notting Hill, but it's got a long way to go yet) and I spent more time talking to her best friend. Not exactly ideal circumstances to get to know someone. What the hell was she thinking.? I don't think I'll be seeing her again.