I Love Sundays...

So Tessa and Jim had a party on Saturday and it was very fun...I spent most of the night talking British-American politics and playing video games, all with my beloved new companion cider....not bad at all... We were all a little bit wrecked the next day so Jim spent the day recovering while Tessa, her friend Nickola and I met up with some other friends at a little turkish breakfast place. Not able to stomach anything with feta in it, I had the the crouqe mounsieur...incongrous but tasty....The couple we met up with were very cool..Paul is an actor who is just starting to film his new role on a British soap opera, Hotel Babylon I believe, so he will probably be a bit famous by the time I see him again, which is wierd to consider. He was also played the lead on ABC's miniseries Hercules (which I have absolutely no memory of at all) and as he is dark, handsome and beefy, though improbably Scottish, he absolutely looks the role. His girlfirend Carmen is a west end actress/cabaret singer who ended up taking us to the King's Head, a bar with a jazz show every sunday in the basement. It was very informal with about 15 musicians getting up to play together in various configurations ( there were literally like 8 trumpet, sax and horn players) with people from the audience getiing up to sing. Carmen sang a few songs and just blew everyone else away...she has this amazing voice....A couple of glasses of red wine had effectively chased away the hangover so we spent all afternoon tucked in a corner of this smokey basement listening to jazz. I also heard the only Scat version of "Meet the Flinstones" I will every likely hear. It was sung by this very cool old guy, doing a Dr, Huxtable dance the whole time. After that show ended we transfered to another bar/eatery that had a Jazz band playing and got even more red wine and some snacks.... I'm pretty sure there hasn't been a better Sunday ever... This afternoon I am off for some more top-shopping (what can I say, I'm addicted) and to Selfridges, where Nichola, who is a make-up artist for Bobbi Brown, had offered to do my makeup..I'm sure it will look great, at least until the blast furnace known as the London Underground melts it all off....