Shrove boozeday

Pancakes pancakes pancakes. I love them. Can't make them to save my life, but nom nom nom. So, imagine my delight when I found out that Ed's Diner in Soho was giving away free pancakes yesterday, courtesy of The Kindness Offensive!

Luckily for me I got there shortly after the giveaway started at 8am (there were massive queues later), so I got a seat at the counter and was even filmed whilst filling my gob with syrupy yumminess. Sadly the person interviewing me didn't quite understand any of my Masterchef references when I described the quality of the food, but never mind.

I also got a free coffee, which was possibly a mistake since I only normally drink coffee about once every six months when I have a life-or-death requirement for it, and because I was feeling quite perky yesterday anyway, the caffeine in my bloodstream meant that I was talking at about a million miles an hour - AND VERY LOUDLY - all morning.

After a couple of post-work drinkies and a very pleasant, girly dinner with Shell, I went to the February London Bloggers Meetup event at Verve Bar in Covent Garden. This time it was sponsored by Bacardi, promoting their new range of 100 Calorie Bacardi Breezers. And very tasty they were too. So even though the day started off with lots of pancake-related calories, at least I sort of made up for it later on.....yeah right.

Hot (choco)date

Oh the joys of being single on Valentine's Day. Ah well, worse things could happen. In fact, I had quite a nice, chilled-out day, which mainly consisted of me fuelling my obsession for two things:

1. Hot chocolate. Since living with my brother, we have somehow turned into hot chocolate connoisseurs. We have scoured the market and have decided that the best high street option is Cadbury Drinking Chocolate. Simply stir three (and a bit...) teaspoons of the stuff into hot milk (the hotter the better in my opinion, and NEVER put it into cold milk because for some strange scientific reason it won't mix) and you have perfect hot chocolate in a matter of moments. None of this 'just mix with boiling water' nonsense. I came home from work a few days ago, opened the hot chocolate cupboard and, to my joy / horror, discovered that there were four tubs of the stuff in there. My brother's justification for this excessive purchase decision was that they were on special offer. One and a bit tubs have already vamoosed. I had a modest two yesterday (mugs, not tubs).

2. Twitter. 'IT'S THE NEW FACEBOOK' everyone is proclaiming with big manic grins on their faces. Me included. It is strangely addictive, and I find it fascinating the way the boundaries between celebrities and us mere mortals are being eroded away through Web 2.0. But are we all beginning to know too much about each other? Isn't it nice to keep a bit of mystery sometimes? That's why you won't find me moaning about my numerous dating disasters on this blog. I reckon it'll only be a matter of time until someone is relying on Twitter to provide them with an alibi in a big court case. "It wasn't me, honest - look, at 7.56pm I was chatting to @Schofe on Twitter..." Hmmmmmmm