So it’s been a while and the weather hasn’t helped, but at long last I have once again ventured out with my trusty Boris bike key in hand.
My latest victim goes by the name of Victoria, who to her misfortune found herself sitting next to me at a dinner party earlier this week. Having only arrived on the train from Scotland a few hours earlier, Victoria didn’t know what a Boris bike was, let alone that a mere few hours later she would be riding on the back of one trying to consume a toasted cheese and tomato ciabatta. Although an entirely unexpected date, I can honestly say it was one of the better ones (or as Victoria puts it, “the most mind blowingly awesome date you have ever been on”) and that I haven’t laughed so much in quite some time. But don’t take my word for it, let’s see what she had to say about it all:
How did you meet Pj?
I was with a friend at a surprise birthday party for someone I didn’t know. It went a little something like this:
“Hi, I’m Victoria”
“Hi, I’m Pj”
“What, like Pj and Duncan?”
Three words to describe Pj
Thoughtful, funny, young
Funniest moment
Pj repeatedly demanding that I keep my legs open while he was trying to cycle me home on the back of one of those bikes. What a gent.
Would you go on another date with Pj and if so, what would you do?
I’d see him again, but the chances of us going on another ‘date’ are slim as I live in a different country. If he came to Scotland, I’d take him fishing. Well, I’d drop him off and pick him up once he’d finished.
Which song best sums up the date?
Any other comments…
Pj is the best guy I’ve met in London, although considering I only knew him for a few hours I could be completely wrong. He might be a complete tosser. Either way, thanks for sharing your bed and sorry for leaving the milk out!
