As dawn considers making an appearance over Soho the day of the bash is upon us. A pot of tea brews dutifully in the room. Interesting concept, the dutiful brew. Drink me.
All is calm. A news program consumes the attention of THG. Breakfast will be taken around nine in plenty of time for the stroll to Fitzrovia barbers for a ten thirty appointment with a pair of scissors.
A full monty with all the trimmings is in prospect. On the menu. Didn’t shave yesterday to make sure I got value for money. Make sure he had something to go at.
Can’t remember the name of the barber but he is their head honcho. Top clipper. Just looked it up. Name of Elias. Figured I should check in case I accidentally ended up in the wrong chair. Snorrapnin.
Barbouring with Stefan Wahl who has flown in from Berlin especially for the occasion. THG and Stef’s very talented artist wife Katya are taking in an art gallery and later, perhaps a visit to the biggest wool shop in this part of town. What’s not to like?
The Wahl party is here for the bash and not just for haircuts and sheared sheep by products. Today is the day. As you know.
Not going to say any more. Enough has already been said. If you’re going I’m very excited at the prospect of meeting up. If you aren’t coming don’t worry there will be plenty of photos to share the experience with you.
Trefbash 15. The last trefbash.
Observations from the hotel:
Top notch breakfast. This is how I rate hotels.
We have two sinks in the room/bathroom. We both like to use the same one. I note that the soap is in a different spot everything I use the sink.
Last night I was in the loo of cafe pacifico. Guy comes in and cleans the sinks. Fair enough. Then he stands at an urinal with lodger in left hand and phone in right.
People coming in to hotel lobby saying they are here for a meeting reminds me that it is a working day.