Several months ago I had an email from a friend from back in my university days, (Ravi Kanbur). I had not seen him since leaving university. He had found me on the web. This weekend he threw a party to celebrate his 50th birthday, and 25th anniversary of his marriage to Maggie.
The event took place at the Beet club in Ely, where we were entertained to a 60’s disco, and a fantastic feast of food. There was a great mix of people from India, Cambridge, Oxford, Scotland and Wales. Those who attended from my undergraduate days were, Simon Potter, Mike Bell, Norman Housley and Richard.Gleed.
Afterwards we adjourned to the Lamb hotel where we were entertained by rugby songs. Sunday we visited Ravi and Maggie in their home in Ely, and then went onto Newmarket to meet my father for a Christmas present exchange.
With Rosemary away for the week visiting an old school friend in Devon, I decided to have a day off and visit London. I chose the worst possible day. The day before and the day after were beautiful sunny days. The Thursday was the wettest and most miserable day of the month.
I caught the train down into London, to visit the Jimi Hendrix exhibition at the Marquee Club in Leicester Square. The collection is estimated to be worth around $15 million and features thousands of unseen photos, promotional materials, recordings, videos, clothing, guitars and more. Much of the exhibition was up for sale by auction.
Afterwards I visited China town for a meal, and had duck with a gloop sauce. It was disgusting. Must read the menu more carefully next time.
Travelled down to London to meet up with Fred Giacoma and family, and Christine Buckley. Met them at the Tower of London, had a tour around the tower, saw the Crown Jewels, and the armoury. Afterwards had a drink and some food in the nearby Weatherstones. Rather embarrassing being guided around an iconic London tourist site by an American.