Another monster hangover was soothed in part by Paul’s hilarious guitar playing and in part by Liz going out and bringing back muffins and coffee. And then we were summoned. Lu put out the bat-signal: “Lime tree?”
I’d never eaten at the Lime Tree in West Didsbury, and so could be forgiven for thinking it was a camo cargo shorts kind of place! (Cheers Fashion Phil!) Oh no! Time for a quick change! The food was brilliant, although our waitress was a right grumpy moo! We had a wonderful time, going over tales of the night before with ABBA whilst Liz shamefully smiled back, trying to work out what we’d sell on Wigan Market (thanks Laura!) and gasping at the ever-growing list of films that we couldn’t believe that Lucinda hadn’t seen.
Afterwards we went to the Met – Paul (Macbook) met Pervy (Thinkpad) - and they had a geek-off! Gemma loves Liz and vice versa. Liz was very funny, massively charismatic in fact, so much so that she charmed a TV presenter in the bogs, with whom she ended up swapping make-up tips and phone numbers. It's easy to see why I love Liz.
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