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Thursday, February 21, 2002


Mandatory dinner was pretty good.
We went to the London Bridge fish!, at Borough Market, a real outdoor produce market, which caters to restaurant buyers.
Despite the grills in the open, it was not TOO fishy, and not TOO smoky.
Their vision of a traditional fish soup was blended.
Interesting, but not what I expected.
It tasted fishy, and of tomato, but I would have preferred being able to identify the ingredients.
Then, the Chilean Sea Bass atop a bed of julienned veggies (a small percentage was actually green), sides of new potato and salad.
All on separate plates, the way traditional men favour.
A bottle of merlot between the two of us was much more sensible than last night's pints followed by two bottles for three.
Dozed from 10:00 until midnight, and then got a second wind (unfortunately not sleeping, and too tired to work out).

Then, morning meetings, and the Heathrow Express, more infuriating (because I believe it is ultimately ineffective) security delivered, but with a much more soothing accent, an endless flight, rudeness on our side of the Atlantic, and a ton of un-answered e-mail from prime US Hours.
All of it worthwhile.

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