Love Cats

The most dreaded day in the calendar for Miss Kitty, even more so than Friday the 13th is February the 14th…and so this Valentines' Day, knives were out and ready for love's slung arrows.

But thank the Worldwide Web for e-cards, MK sent out some pretty ones with black roses and gothic gravestones to her girlfriends, and she received some interesting ones back…

After mysteriously vapourising from her desk at 5pm, Miss Kitty scampered down to Covent Garden where she met R and they had a meal at Boulevard Brasserie

It was quite a quaint place overlooking the dizzying lights of theatreland. There was a slightly, sickening attempt to set the mood...the tables were scattered with heart-shaped foil confetti and Lindt chocolates. Fortunately, this was completely ruined by the appalling range of pop music playing which made neither R nor myself in the mood for romance e.g. Akon's 'Lonely'.

Both R & MK ordered grilled goats cheese on focaccia bread with tomato chutney for starters. This was then followed by roast salmon fillet with rosemary & garlic crushed new potatoes and hollandaise sauce for R, and duck confit served with cassoulet beans and caramelised baby onions pour moi.

All washed this down with two bottles of Domaine du Mordoc, Cabernet Sauvignon, Vin du Pays d’Oc (2004), and we were staggering along the street of Covent garden in search of St. Martins Lane.

Our tipsy tomfoolery was appropriately silenced when we entered the Coliseum and were greeted with disapproving stares and shakes of the head by the theatre staff. Being 20 minutes late for The Marriage of Figaro, is not something to be proud of and so once being let into the hall, we were made to stand at the back in shame. And rightly so.

This was to be the first operatic performance that R & MK had ever experienced, save for the sopranic strains of students in the Covent Garden Market.

It was quite interesing to see The Marriage of Figaro, based near Seville but ideologically rooted in pre-revolutionary France, somehow fetched up in an English stately home of the early Thirties.

But unfortunately, the strain of standing, heat of the densely packed hall and el vino coursing through veins caused R & MK to leave the performance during the intermission.

And within 30 minutes, back in good old Honor Oak Park and to bar Equal where couples were getting it on whilst listening to some of Miss Kitty's favourite 80's tunes. She was embarrassed to have known the words to Alexander O'Neal's "If You Were Here Tonight" and "Mind Blowing Decisions" by Heatwave, but this soon passed after drinking a few glasses of champagne thanks to Equal's 2 for 1 Wednesday deal.

R & MK then retired with two bottles of Cava later and proceeded to watch Going Overboard, a film so unfunny that Miss Kitty was rolling on her back with laughter..now that was a 99p well spent!