Reginald wanted to take me out in London last night, so he insisted on meeting me from work to make an early trip to the pictures as he's a member of The Prince Charles Cinema. I was a little concerned that he wanted us to see the 15:40 showing of Amy the documentary about the late Ms Winehouse. It was a well-shot piece of cinema, but ultimately depressing as perhaps you'd expect. Thankfully Reginald didn't try any 'funny business' because I'm not a fan of such things in a theatre setting - I once accompanied a man to a showing of The Shawshank Redemption in 1995 and he tried to kiss me throughout. Now, by now you know that I'm no prude, but I don't pay good money for tickets to be molested in the dark.
I took Reginald to The Civil Service Club afterwards for a drink and something to eat. I think that he was impressed at the cost savings in such as establishment - for example, a pint of Director's Bitter is £3.90 in 'Da Club' (tee hee - a nice 'hip hop' joke for those in the know), but can be anything up to £5.03 anywhere else in Central London. We dined on mince and slices of quince - not really - but on chicken fajitas and salad. It was lovely and Reginald footed the bill, covering my hand when I reached for my purse.
Reginald was very cagey when I enquired about his family and career. He alluded to the fact that he'd once served in the SAS, but couldn't elaborate because of and I quote, 'what they'd done to Andy McNab's pet donkey, Bryan.' He did say, however, that he had a garden flat in Penge, which is apparently an up and coming area.
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