No lionesses - just hens

To Bath, this Saturday evening with Electra, Delphic, Tonic and Snook.

We stopped first at that excellent and unreconstructed panelled-wood pub, the Star, on the Paragon. The landlord had organised a Cornwall Fest and we enjoyed his wide selection of Cornish ales and bitters from the barrel and narrow selection of Cornish pasties.

Then to the centre, where we spent a while debating what and where we wanted to eat. I don't normally speak to strange ladies in the street but two pints of The Golden Hinde had loosened my tongue sufficiently to engage in banter with a hen party in Milsom Street.

We eventually settled for a curry. How original.