|At Loftus Road before yesterday's match|
We drove down to London on Saturday morning. Presently, our son Ian is living in a £2 million house between the West London suburbs of Hammersmith and Chiswick. I know that that is what the house is worth because its owner has recently accepted a bid of that size from a rich buyer. That means that Ian and his renting entourage will have to depart the place at the start of February.
He made us a lovely vegan lunch and then we set off walking to Shepherd's Bush - just over a mile away. We dropped Shirley off at the temple of shopping known as The Westfield Centre before carrying on to a football stadium I had never visited before - Loftus Road, the home of Queen's Park Rangers.
They were playing the team I have supported since 1963 - Hull City A.F.C.. City are currently in a precarious position near the base of English football's second tier - The Championship. However, we were a goal up within ten minutes and in a very entertaining match we came out on top - beating QPR by three goals to two. Ian was hoarse by the end of the match and a huge smile was fixed upon my face. There's nothing quite like seeing your team win away:-
"We're winning away!
We're winning away!
How shit must you be!
We're winning away!"
Afterwards, we picked Shirley up from The Westfield Centre and walked back towards Ian's very expensive residence. We stopped off at "The Thatched House" pub-restaurant for a couple of celebratory drinks and then carried on to the "Sagar" South Indian restaurant for a delightful vegetarian meal.
On Sunday morning I overslept before standing under a rainforest shower as soap suds slipped down my manly physique. Then Ian called an Uber taxi and we travelled to the old BBC building at White City for breakfast in an exclusive members-only club that operates under the Soho House banner. Not really my thing at all. As I said recently, I''m the kind of guy who favours frugality. However, the breakfast was very good and in the rooftop pool area there were marvellous panoramic views over London.
We sped north via The North Circular Road. Three hours and thirty minutes from door to door. Not bad but not as good as QPR 2 - Hull City 3. Up The Tigers!