I had book club this week which is always great. There are 8 of us in the group and each of us takes a turn, every 6 weeks or so, choosing the book and then hosting a night of dinner and drinks to talk about it. Unlike most book clubs I have heard of, we actually read and talk about the book. (My mate Nick's book club comprises 10 middle aged men who meet in the pub every Thursday and get drunk.) We just finished the very heavy going Seven Types of Ambiguity by Eliot Perlman.

It's my turn next, so I've picked The Mayor Of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy, mainly because I did it for my English A level, many moons ago, and hope to appear very knowledgeable as a result by re-reading old notes. Ha!
Tonight Rob and I slip into high heels and evening wear, and something nice for me too, and go out to the Good Food Guide Awards. It's always a brilliant night of great food and wine, where Sydney's best chefs are awarded one, two or three chef's hats according to their culinary excellence. We get to catch up with lots of mates and drinks a lot of champagne. After years of reviewing bars for the book, this year I have reviewed restaurants for the first time. You can look forward to tomorrow's blog on hangover cures.
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I resent that reference to our book club - we're not all middle-aged!
Nick
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