As I am off on holiday tomorrow, the monthly weight update is a little early. This morning I weighed in at 80.8kg which is 0.7kg down on the month (though I did get down to 79.4kg during Edinburgh). That’s 14.6kg down on the year so far (but could have been 16 if I hadn’t eaten so much chocolate at the Fringe) and still heading downwards month on month. 8.8kg to the target in just four months. I think it’s unlikely that I will get that far, but to be honest I am amazed at what I’ve achieved thus far so who knows? Also I am on holiday now so I am going to have some fun for a bit, but pretty determined not to let things slide backwards.
I felt a bit of a Judas tonight. My favourite local cafe, Cafe Tuga closed down about a year ago. It’s where Andrew Collings and me used to go before our podcasts sometimes and where my wife and I would head for hangover cure breakfasts. I liked the Italian family who ran it. They also made great ice cream. I had been sad to see it go, but as I wrote before I expect people were sad to see the Midlland bank that used to be there go. Now it’s been replaced by a Mexican restaurant. My wife had already been there and was singing its praises, but it couldn’t possibly be as good as Cafe Tuga and it wouldn’t have the Tuga Special of eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice and coffee at a discount price. Instead it had tacos and cocktails and loads of customers. And they’d extended the restaurant out to where the back garden used to be. It was much better than Cafe Tuga. I felt guilty for liking it so much, but a raspberry and rhubarb margherita and a 3 types of pork taco were all that it took to change my allegiance. I was disgusted with myself. What had once been an honest, no frills caff, was now a slightly pretentious, middle-class haven for yummy-mummies and poseurs. But apparently there are plenty of those in Shepherd’s Bush and business was booming. I drank my cocktail and a beer and felt pretty smashed (this is the positive side of abstaining - cheap date) and ate a bit too much food and declared that I was going to come and eat here every day. Even though it’s right near the Nandos. But I wondered what the Tuga family were up to and where they’d gone and whether they’d sold up due to their business failing (seemingly likely given their lack of customers) or because they’d moved on to pastures new. I hated the fact that these trendy fuckers had muscled in on their territory and that the scum that is the public had rewarded that muscling in by suddenly turning up and patronising the place and that I was one of those scum. Those tacos were delicious though.
It felt like the holiday had already begun and I have to say I am really looking forward to this one. We had intended to holiday in London for the month after Edinburgh and do some touristy stuff. But thanks to the gig I did on the plane last week we get to take a break and only have to pay for the hotel. And I don’t think we’re going to do much more than sit by a swimming pool and read books. I have got my first on started, “The Disaster Artist”, the inside story of the making of “The Room” by Greg Sestero, which is an interesting voyage into the mind of cinematic genius Tommy Wisneau. But one you probably don’t want to read until you’ve seen the film. Which you really must do. I am also enjoying Bojack Horseman on Netflix which is well worth a look. It’s about a 90s TV star trying to struggle with now being a hasbeen. I can’t see what I am getting out of it. Also he is a horse. Or a half man half horse hybrid (not a centaur, or maybe a reverse centaur - he has hands instead of hooves). I can’t believe how quickly this week has gone, given how slowly the last week of the Fringe passed, but that’s already a distant memory and I am feeling much happier having had a few days off. And now I am going to Barbados. So, you know. It’s all good. I suspect that I will keep you updated. I am only about 11 days away from having written Warming Up for a quarter of my life. Now that is fucking nuts. So I can't stop now.....