Inspired by Jimmy's T-Wind, I bevisited The Eagle again today - memories of touching Focksy's knee over lamb and steak still hanging heavy in the air.

There is a unwritten rule in rusto-fancy food like what you get at the Eagle - they are allowed to make their food look like shit 'cos its so "real". This soup would be unappetising to a blind dog in a wheelchair. But, T-fans, it was delish.

I'm gonna add another voice to Jimmy's sing-out for L (I'm coming in two tones above Jimmy, keep it sweet and steady) and I hope she returns soon.