Those finding themselves within grasp of the big smoke joined a long lunch near Kings Cross. One of those lunches that ends only when the waiter tells you that you need to make way for the dinner booking.
For Ed, the hunger pangs on the way home steered him to GBK in Wimbledon, and Floody dutifully followed to make sure he was alright. Old habits die hard, Ed – albeit up in the world since Maccy D’s in Wandsworth – well done.
