And a doggy bag for Zoltan please….

Now, I have taken a short hiatus from bloggery of late, because I’ve been trapped in central London overseeing ‘Big Brother 9′ content, and having a high old time of it. From my office window, I am commanded a fine view of the concrete monstrosity known to cockerneys as Centre Point, and with London generally starting to smell of new paint in the run up to Britain hosting the 2012 Olympics, it seems this huge carbuncle is finally to recieve a top floor restaurant, as was promised..oooo…40 years ago (you can’t stop the urban progress round here!). Anyway, this has upset me slightly due to a drunken night several years ago when I watched both the ‘Satanic rights of Dracula’ with the top-notch Christopher Lee, and the slightly-less than-top-notch Dan Curtis version of Dracula, starring Jack Palance (the only man I know ever to have battled both Bernard Bresslaw and Erin Grey, people who’s only other link is warping my sense of erotica at an early age-Erin with the jumpsuits, Bernard by being in the background when Babs Windsor’s tits pop out in ‘Carry On Camping). Anyway, the two have become entwined in my booze ridden brain, to the point where I am now convinced that the reason the top floor lights of centre point are never on, is because Jack Palance stalks the top floor, descending only to drink the blood of first time virgins queing for ‘G.A.Y’ on a saturday night. now it seems he will merely stay put, dining on Gordon Ramsay dishes and entertaining the tourists. Oh how the mighty have fallen!