Time to turn our thoughts to the festive season, and an evening in the local pizzeria instead of the Richmond Baths. As per tradition, this will be in January, when a slice of warm Neopolitan and a glass or two of Chianti win hands down over floating toenails and hairclips.
So, for all of you regulars and irregulars, head on over to:
"Dude, where's my Pizza"
and put down your names and availability. Mr h will take care of the rest.
