At the risk of turning this into a blog about films and food:
First, Fogg’s, wherein I had a Kangaroo burger over the weekend — yes folks, that’s right. I ate skippy. And he was most delicious. Second was the Stingray Cafe in Tufnell Park, where I had a pizza. It was the best pizza I have had in a very long time. I had an Insalata Tricolore to start, which came with a extra yummy dressings — one mustardy, and one balsamic. Both worth a visit on an empty stomach.
I saw the new Star Trek film over the weekend, too, and yea: it was good. Not terribly plausible, but only the most pedantic of pedants would expect anything else. Lots of explosions and shaky cameras, and there was even some shagging — new ground for trek films, I believe — and a suprisingly attractive semi-naked green creature. Who knew that aliens would be so hot?