Bone Marrow Transplant

Bone Marrow has a similar taste and consistency to semen. It was served to me in four cylindrical bones, one end of which being slightly wider than the other. There was a double ended utensil to one side. At one end of this medieval style torture instrument was a spoon, at the other a small fork to pick the remains of the marrow off the inside walls of the bone. It is served on toast, like pate, and with green leaves. There are two different colours of marrow - brown and white. The brown stuff was richer, the white more tasteless. The experience was pleasant enough but I doubt I will have it again. With a nice ale though, perfectly palatable.

I was in London for the day and I met with JM Horse and his partner at St John's eatery near Barbican. He said he would buy me lunch if I consented to eating the marrow. I assented so this is what I had. I don't quite know why he wanted me to eat bone marrow but it seemed rude to ask.

Before this, he had shown me the epicurean delights of Borough Market. I never get chance to see stuff like this as whenever I am in London I always have something to do or somewhere to go. I loved the vast array of produce at the market and set about sampling all the cheese. I bought some Austrian cheese in the end and some chilid although I could have walked away with a lot more.

After out lunch, JM and I went on a little pub crawl around Farringdon, discovering some most excellent establishments along the way. One served nothing but brews from the St Peter's Brewery while another was a treasure trove of good ale and continental lagers. I even tried one from Nøgne ø, a Norwegian group who launched a collaborative ale with my favoured Brew Puppy. It was a 6.5% Christmas beer called Underlig Jul and it was most lovely.

The company was convivial and fantastic - it was undoubtedly one of the best days of the year so far. The five hour coach journey back home sucked though but events beforehand were one of those unplanned successes which make life worth living. I had such a brilliant time it was unreal :-)

Thursday night had seen me stay at a friend's in south London. I met a colleague of his in the hostility known as The Sutton Arms in Barbican. This is a very typical London boozer with fine ale and antiquated music. The floor was wooden and dark. I admit London does have a rather unique pub style that you don't find anywhere else. It's quite interesting to observe.

After a few beers we went home to watch Question Time, eat pizza and chat to his delightful partner. I also caught some of the latest Big Brother. Are these people for real bro? Surely this must be a parody. Still I enjoyed the full body Lycra suits some were wearing ^^

Next day saw me embark on only my third ever London commute, which was nowhere near as bad as I thought. Everyone on the train was deathly silent though and trying to read other people's newspapers in a sly fashion. It was great fun to watch. Still I got a seat and walking through Farringdon was surprisingly straightforward.

So there we have the weekend part one. Now the zip of my Primark jeans is buggered so I am on the bus, flying at half mast and unfortunately wearing some bright red underwear which is more obvious than a horny fox at a fur meet. I hope nobody notices. I am crossing my legs. Meanwhile, the hole has been semi-closed by two safety pins whose points are worryingly close to my scrotum. One slip and my testicles may become novelty pickled onions on sticks. I'm scared. Very scared.

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