Pizza Express

Another reason why I had made a huge pot of bolognese for tea last night was that I knew I was eating out today and wanted to leave an easy tea for James and Kasper. I was headed for Pizza Express for a farewell meal for a colleague leaving the company after more than four decades of service. This was a night went the food was secondary to the company and I'll remember it not for the pizza and Peroni, but the hilarious and heartfelt words said about our retiree. One of the joys of working in journalism is the people you get to work with and it was a great honour to be part of this send-off. As I said, it wasn't about the eating but I must give credit to the staff at the restaurant who allowed us to take over the top floor of the building, put up daft posters, laugh loudly at the brilliant speeches and spend ages working out the divvying up of the bill.