There is nothing like a nice piece of Wagyu Sirloin for those with enough equity in real estate or a chunk of Rio-Tinto. ( at 174.95 Pounds per kilo.)
Bon appetit
Jayell sauntering about
Lord Jayell whooping it up at Harrods.
29 Saturday Aug 2009
Posted in Julian London
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
Alright Julian, I know what’s going on here. It’s the bottle of red wine, right? You’ve bailed on the Pig’s so that I won’t be hounding you for it.
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Did anyone notice that the beef was Australian?
Gerry Harvey methinks. He has acres and acres of pasture with Wagyu cattle.
Note to Voice:
The oysters were a selection of cold water variety, apart from a Pacific oyster from Japan. The Clairs and Belons from Brittany were tasty. The Colchester (best in the world) and Irish very tangy and saltier than the oysters that we are used to over here.
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Yes I see that makes some sense then.
Where’s the Singapore article?
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Well Voicec, Singapore is a little boring now, with shoppingclone centres of universal design. But I have a couple of stories up my P.A.T.S*.
One could have been tragic, after a fall on some shiny steps, by my Mother. But all is well as I cushioned her (by tripping underneath as she fell) and two Chinese gentlemen came to her aid. Phew!
*Pigs arms tee shirt.
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Oh well done you; those moments move fast.
I remember covering myself in glory one New Years Eve at a club off Sydney Harbour; my then six year old son fell spectacularly down the stairs and I performed what I was reliably informed was a brilliant rugby catch on his head (still attached to his body).
For goodness sake remember to remove those stories before you throw the P.A.T.S. in the wash.
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Well?
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But Voice, Im only half way
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Hang on Hung One On, time to hang up. Even in the Academy Awards they only get 2 minutes for the thankyou speech.
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I went into Harrods once… it’s very much as I’d imagine Aladdin’s cave to be… full of just about everything. Indeed they say that if you can’t find it at Harrods, you won’t find it anywhere; if something does happen to be not in store (I imagine that even Harrods don’t keep herds of wild elephants in house, for animal lovers! They would, of course, have to order them in advance!)
Didn’t buy anything; never went back…
Biba’s used to be quite nice during the seventies, but I never bought anything there either…
😉
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I bought a pair of bronzish coloured knitted mohair lined leather gloves at Harrods to hep me get through a particularly cold winter in the early eighties. A great place to window shop. Of course the food hall displays are marvellous.
I can’t recall what section it was in, but the (real) gold and silver coated sugared almonds really represented for me decadent extravagance.
At the time London really didn’t seem to have fully recovered from World War II. But when I visited as a tourist in the early 2000s it seemed to have boomed. Possible to buy reasonable quality food at reasonable prices and not the same run-down feeling. Don’t know whether they had properly heated buses and buildings yet however because I went for the Chelsea Flower Show.
Are oysters a good choice in London? I know they must grow around there since I recall reading that they were poor mans food at some point in history. But presumably they cost so much because of the lack of natural non-polluted local growing areas. Why not get some regional specialty? Oysters are so good here in Oz.
Even back then I thought London would be a fabulous place to live if you were seriously wealthy. You can get the best of everything there. But you didn’t have to be fabulously wealthy to enjoy the best of one or two things. You must miss it sometimes.
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Ague is a fag.
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Nah, just a little hot under the collar, Voice. I get a bit agueish some times… particularly if Mrs At is being a little… cockettish!
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