Image 606, according to my camera
Sober & Alex at (Black and) Whitehead Court
Good for digestion, apparently
To be fair, lunch was a very last minute thing. Click on the image in order to get the full effect and have a proper look
Priceless (or £4.50 at Waitrose, apparently)
I never saw any evidence of it in three years.......So, to Al’s for lunch and a photo shoot at Steptoe Towers. Whilst being conveniently placed for the station as well as being bright and airy and fitted with all mod cons, your correspondent never ceases to be flabbergasted at the ambitions of property developers. This is not the forum to bandy figures around re the cost of the delightful property our chum has purchased, but Twickenham is certainly not cheap. Al’s off the sauce at the moment (something to do with “performance” I gather – I made no further enquiries), but we were offered Muller Vitality, a pro-biotic drink or some such thing, which he keeps an extensive supply of in his amply stocked refrigerator. A recurrent motif at Steps’ flat was his adherence to the blue and white of his beloved Chelsea, with the loo brush, J-cloths and bathroom cleaner thoughtfully blending in with his blue & white bathroom tiles, which is attention to detail in anyone’s books.
Alex also introduced us to his delightful lady-friend Rachel, who is not only blessed with extremely long legs, but also a constitution of iron if the fayre provided by our host is anything to go on. We were offered frozen smoked salmon as an accompaniment to our luncheon repast, which I for one was delighted to accept. I though for a fleeting moment how far the two of us had come over the years since our three memorable years of sharing the same rent book, what with smoked salmon being offered for lunch, both with new domestic residences and all that , and for a moment I went misty eyed. Only for a fleeting moment, however, as then the microwave pinged, and an odour resembling Whiskers began to pervade Steptoe’s flat, as Alex had "cooked" the smoked salmon in his microwave for almost five minutes on high, and reduced Pitlochry’s finest produce to the consistency of cat food. It was at this point that Rachel arrived, who promptly announced that she could smell the fish in the entrance lobby to Alex’s block. You can take the Steptoe out of Oil Drum Lane, but you will never take the Steptoe out of Alex. Or the smoked salmon out of the microwave until it’s been properly “defrosted”.
As we were leaving , Rachel announced that they were going the dogs that evening. Sometimes, punch lines have a helpful habit of writing themselves, although on this occasion even I was lost for words as I battled with the first indications of indigestion of the day.
Alex also introduced us to his delightful lady-friend Rachel, who is not only blessed with extremely long legs, but also a constitution of iron if the fayre provided by our host is anything to go on. We were offered frozen smoked salmon as an accompaniment to our luncheon repast, which I for one was delighted to accept. I though for a fleeting moment how far the two of us had come over the years since our three memorable years of sharing the same rent book, what with smoked salmon being offered for lunch, both with new domestic residences and all that , and for a moment I went misty eyed. Only for a fleeting moment, however, as then the microwave pinged, and an odour resembling Whiskers began to pervade Steptoe’s flat, as Alex had "cooked" the smoked salmon in his microwave for almost five minutes on high, and reduced Pitlochry’s finest produce to the consistency of cat food. It was at this point that Rachel arrived, who promptly announced that she could smell the fish in the entrance lobby to Alex’s block. You can take the Steptoe out of Oil Drum Lane, but you will never take the Steptoe out of Alex. Or the smoked salmon out of the microwave until it’s been properly “defrosted”.
As we were leaving , Rachel announced that they were going the dogs that evening. Sometimes, punch lines have a helpful habit of writing themselves, although on this occasion even I was lost for words as I battled with the first indications of indigestion of the day.
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