'Business' being a catch-up and the usual spot of gossip (instigated by my eager probing). My lunch date, alias 'Jags', works just over the bridge, and we decided to hook up for tapas, adventurously delving into a portion of lamb shanks and a helping of rabbit stew, while securing ourselves with a guaranteed pleaser (unless you're downwind of an exhaled belch) - the sizzling garlic prawns. (He doesn't like goats cheese. Bugger.)Was a nice break in the day and good to see a running mate out of Clapham, out of spandex and out of context (either huffing it around Battersea or post run at the pub)...
