TUE 31st AUG : BIRTHDAY

It's my birthday, my birthday, going to dance like it's my birthday.

Well, not dance actually - but eat like a king. The Lady took me to that posh Thai restaurant at the Thompson Hotel. Plush place, Chilled. Pricey. Very decent cocktails. The food was amazing : simple explosions in every mouthful. I did wonder whether the Lady was alergic to the peanut sauce however. She starts acting like she's drunk a bottle of red wine. Late in the meal, she decides to start wiggling in the seat. She shakes her big curly hair wildly and it flows so far that the guys at the tables either side of us can feel a small hurricanes across their brow. I ask her to stop but she says she's having fun. Well, it's my birthday and I'm not.

The guy to our right says something and gets a mouthful of hair. I apologise. 'Who's he anyway?' the Lady asks as the head chef comes over and asks him how he enjoyed the taste. I stop the Lady telling them about her new banana flavored shampoo.

Thankfully, she calms down. Maybe it was the peanuts. Somehow the head waiter suggests that we go to the roof deck. I drag her to the top of the Thompson hotel where they have a great view of the city at night. I get a beer, she gets red wine. Oh no - not again!