I have just joined Eat Club
(I have yet to see whether anyone will notice/throw me out) in the hope of expanding my cultural horizons and also eating more nice food. I am generally of the opinion that when my income increases (as from time to time it has been known to do) the quality of my diet thusly improves also. For instance on a poor week (i.e. I am plundering all my vanity cases for overlooked 50ps to afford just 1 beautiful pint of beer) I will scoff down Greggs excellent but dubious chicken pasties. On the week of payday, like this week, I am generally buying mortgage-style priced 'sarnies' from Pret a Manger, but enjoying them a lot less guiltily than pies
Jon is an excellent cook, and I have been known to shine in the kitchen (and not just because I've set my oven mitt alight), however, going out for food is SO exciting. I generallt savour the idea of being cooked and cleaned for far more than the actual experience when I worry all night if they'll remember I didn't want cheese on that
and whether the state of the bathrooms really does reflect on the food.
I have also started a club called the Camberworld Ladies Swimming Collective
since about 10 of us are going along tomorrow. Should be interesting. This was the fourth google result for swimming, by the way: