bignoseduglyguy

It's Noodle Time, er, time.

Having had a ding-dong with SWMBO, I vented my spleen in a productive manner all afternoon, by slinging all manner of crap out of the spare room which doubles as my 'computer womb'. Gone are the manuals without discs, gone are the discs without manuals, shredded are the PDF print-outs for downloads I abandoned long ago and ditched are the cables for peripherals I can't even remember. Two black bin bags worth of ephemera have been sacrificed to the Wheelie Bin God. The reason for the clearout is that, more than year after implementing my own version of a well-known task management methodology (see posts 112, 115 and 116 for details), I am still prone to accumulating crap. Whilst I am usually the first to pile heaps of invective on such 'systems' and 'methods', I have to say that I have found this particular brand of common sense (for that is what it is, under the wrapping) to be useful in getting me to focus on the right stuff at the right time. Anyhow, all this is a diversion from my main theme and will be explored more fully at a later date (note to self: add task to list). All this action has given me an appetite and so it is with an eager tum that I have accepted an olive branch of peace from SWMBO. Knowing that food conquers all else in my world, she has suggested that we go out for noodles, scooping up our Friend Who Is a District Nurse and her godchild on the way to swell the raiding party to eight. Our destination, as usual, is Noodletime, a cracking Chinese noodle bar of the 'stack 'em high, sell 'em cheap' variety that serves good food and has a friendly atmosphere. Searching the web for reviews like the ones at itchy london and restaurant spy to support my assertions, I came across this great comment on the UK skateboarder's equivalent to the Michelin Guide, The Knowhere Guide, which says it all: "Noodle Time is great - you can stuff yourself from arse to beak and still spend less than a fiver". Nuff said.