The Joiners Arms

So you would think I couldn't possibly strap another one on after my wild night in Bristol? Wrong! It was my last weekend and I was making the most of it.

I missed my first train back to London (surprise) but Colin and Angela got me to the station for the next one. We wearily said our goodbyes and I headed back to the city with a massive Cornish Pasty in hand.

After a whirlwind trip to Anna's I changed into a suit and headed to Piccadilly to meet one of my mentors, Meredith Ethrington-Smith for lunch at the Wolseley across from the Ritz. What a treat. It seems like it is kind of like eating at the Four Seasons in New York, it’s a media madhouse in the most decadent of settings. Meredith is a breath of fresh air as always and we had a delightful catch up over copious amounts of Bloody Mary's, white wine, then red wine, then coffee. So much for a hangover!

She had to head back to wrap up a book she is editing so I waltzed over to the Royal Academy for a look at the much-hyped From Russia, show. Have you ever strolled through a gallery completely off your face? It's amazing! The art was simply vibrating it was so exciting. I spent an hour meandering and then headed back to Queens Park for a major nap session for five glorious hours.

For one of my last nights in town my friend Gary offered to take me out on another spree through clubs and bars. I took him up on his offer. We met at Hospital, a newish private club in Covent Garden, then headed to a friends house for drinks before sailing off the The Joiners Arms, my favorite pub in London. It is full of new rave kids, gay punks and design industry boys wanting to get loaded. I love the Agnes Dyen look alike at the bar.

Many pints were consumed, lots of pictures were taken (most have been deleted, PTL) and we stumbled out at 3am.
I love London! 3am in New York is when you hit another bar!