sunshine, sausages and socialising

here comes summer, here comes summer...

yes, as the nation breathes a sigh of relief (and as I inevitably jinx the rest of July and August - sorry!) we finally have hot weather.

And do you know what that means?

In the words of Martine McBride (the country-pop music singer-songwriter... c'mon keep up) - I aint goin' nowhere.

Some people hate cities in hot weather, but not London! So many parks to sunbathe in, ponds to swim in, and gardens to charcoal some sausages in (on the outside only - remember, the inside is to remain raw).

I've invited some friends to come to London this weekend, so i've been doing some research as for the best places for them to stay. Normally I'd put them up at my place, but my great auntie and her clan that are decamping at Secret Agent headquarters this weekend... more tea crazy than tea cosy believe me.

So - my lovely Parisian friend Nicolas is going to come over via the Eurostar. He's your typical student... a bit short of cash, but very very long on the knowledge. So I've suggested he stay at the Arriva Hotel which is just near the Eurostar terminal. It's unbelievable good value, and is nice and clean and he'll love the fact that there is a mini fridge in every room, AND WIFI access. Then he can continue to Facebook and tell people his status every second of the day.

Coming down from Glasgow is Bobby. Bobby is THE man about town. He's already selected where he wants to stay. He told me "I want to be in the centre of the action, where i can FEEL London all around me". I suggested the Northern Line at 8am, but instead he's chosen to stay at the Strand Palace which IS on the Strand. Just as Nico loves his mini fridge, Bobby loves the fact that the Strand Palace hotel has 2 restaurants and three bars.

And then, making up the rest of the crowd is Julian from Leeds. Or J-woah as we like to call him. He has some-what of the Keanu Reeves about him. J-woah is too cool. He's almost too cool for himself, stating that he likes something in one sentence then following it with a statement about how he's so over it already. It's the Crowne Plaza Shoreditch for him. The area is just perfect - loads of uber hip bars and venues, and then ultimately Brick Lane for the end of the evening when he's realised that he really is still Jules who loves a pint and a really hot curry.

So a weekend of sunbathing, shopping and bar hopping. As long as I haven't jinxed the weather... I can feel those clouds coming over now...

Laters

Secret Agent