I enjoyed a coffee with Catherine and Fat Mac in the Cafe Andaluz, on George Street, yesterday afternoon. Of course, Fat Mac wanted to go to a pub, but for a second time in a row, and therefore a world record, we avoided the open grave. A long time ago I was the boss of both Catherine and Fat Mac, and we chatted for a couple of hours and caught up with what old workmates were doing.
Catherine is a lovely woman. Like Fat Mac, she’s had a terrible year, but is over the worst. After the coffee, Fat Mac saw some wine bottles on a shelf in the back of the cafe, and started to drool a bit, excusing it by saying that he’d caught a cold during the hour we’d been in the cafe.
In the background through the front window of the Andaluz I could see the sea, surf and sand, which confused me because George Street is not on the beach. It turned out that opposite the cafe, on the other side of the road, was a shop with floor to ceiling TV screens showing a beach scene. It didn’t come out very clearly in the photo below.