LMNH: "Look mum, no hands!" - Cycle café/bar/workshop on Old Street

James, how on earth do you just happen to know about scat queens like Veronica Moser? I worry about you.

BMMF, does the speed with which you can wash your hair mean that you might pop down to LMNH this evening in order to allow me to buy you a drink? I do hope so.

Probably not. What time are you likely to be there? I won't get home till 7.15pm, and I've got to jump straight on the rollers for roughly an hour while Faith makes sure Tynan doesn't get out of bed and attempt to be blended by my wheels. Then we'll eat. After that, I might have a window before showering the stench of ftp intervals from my person (no-one will notice the smell if LMNH is full of poloistas). I suppose it'll be 9ish by that point in time...