The Oriental Express
To there and back again and down the dining hole.
Yesterday, somewhere between Hungerford at 09:46 and Lambourn at 06:46 this morning, I seem to have misplaced quite a large chunk of what is, laughingly called by the GP, my brain.
A quiet and very jolly annual lunch at the Oriental; (No madam, that is NOT the Mandarin, it is a perfectly nice and rather beautiful club, which serves a decent Curry,
