Notting Hill Bound

Darrell had been sooooooo excited about going to see Hugh, our best friend, who lives the showbiz life in Notting Hill again, it’s all he has been talking about for ages ….

And yes …. although we (and probably you too) had all prayed …. hoped  ….. thought that it might have disappeared, like most of Darrell’s other daft fazes, …… the “hair” was back! Darrell insisted it was all de rigueur amongst the Notting Hill Set and he didn’t want to look blatantly like the someone who had just stepped of the train from Wolverhampton! What is he like?

So after much hugging and fond farewells …. Darrell caught the 13.45 Virgin Train to London and once settled, availed himself of the hospitality of the buffet carriage by indulging in the decadence of a latte and Twix combo.

When Darrell finally arrived at Notting Hill he said that his heart was pounding ….. Notting Hill has always been one of his most favourite films of a romantic type genre ….. in his head he could hear Ronan Keating singing “You Say It Best….” and with his (faux) floppy hair Darrell felt he could almost have been Hugh Grant ……

Hugh (our best friend, not Hugh Grant), was there to meet him, he looked great and smelt great too …… which wasn't suprising because Darrell couldn’t believe the number of bottles of Jean Paul Gaultier perfume that were lined up on the shelves in Hugh’s salle de bain …. and he(Dareell) later admitted to hiding his own bottle of Avon Wilderness in the bottom of his wash bag!

Hugh, as always, was a most excellent host ….providing nibbles and “drinkie poos”, before the most exquisite supper of chicken, posh mash, assorted garlic roast vegetables including the most romantic stuffed munchkin he had ever seen, let alone tasted ….. it was 5 a day heaven ……

….. and Darrell vouched safe there and then that next time he did our Tesco online shop munchkins would be the first thing in his trolley!

After a little showbiz gossip where Hugh revealed which seemingly extremely slim celebrity was too fat to fit her specially made costumes ….. Darrell had to admit to his fatigue and retired to Hugh’s guest boudoir …………. again it was almost too heady and romantic for an ordinary Confidential Document Shredder Operative like Darrell to bear …..  his bed was deep and inviting,  with rich satin sheets and many, sumptuous cushions, all plumped to an inch of their lives …… Darrell felt very blessed in a Hello Magazine type way, he was living a little of Hugh’s dream.