I am home from my travels, and if you've been reading my blog for a while, you'll know I love flying into London when it's raining. It's so homely. Just imagine how amplified that feeling is when it's snowing. YES COLD WEATHER FRONT.
Let's play 'Spot The Geographical Fail.'
Went out to a restaurant with the wonderful people I was staying with in Mumbai. It was described as a restaurant and lounge. To my mind, this conjures up images of soft jazz music piped into my ears and warm lighting in which to easily survey my surroundings.
The music was heavy dance music played by a DJ, and the lighting was almost nonexistent. It was like someone had been into a nightclub and thought, 'You know what would be a really good idea? To eat in an atmosphere like this, so I can't hear the people I'm with, nor can I see the food in front of me. Yes, marvellous. I think I'll do that.'
It's saving grace was that, as a restaurant, it was awesome. The food, despite not being able to see it, was really good. In fact, perhaps that was why it was really good...