London is about to lose another Aussie, and whilst the BNP may believe this is a good thing, we’re certainly not on board with their thinking.

We first met T-Pants on our crazy jaunt to Paris, and it’s amazing how good a friend you can become with someone simply by being stuck next to them in a car for 30 hours. At the very least, we knew he wasn’t a psychopath, and that’s always the first criteria we use for selecting friends!

Todd and I share a very similar taste in music, was always great when bands that either of us liked were touring, as it meant that we always had someone to go see them with! Unfortunately – and due mainly to his addiction to travel – Todd has missed more concerts than he has bought tickets for than anyone I know. In fact, I’d guess that he has probably seen less than half the concerts that he had tickets for – and he’s probably missing one right now, as I type!

Anyway, we’ve had an awesome time getting to know Todd over the last three years, and we’re very sad to see him going. We look forward to catching up again with him when we’re all living happily back in the Great Southern Land. Happy travels, dude!

We’ve been to La Trompette before, and we’ll (hopefully) go there again; and yet, with five years in London under his belt, Todd had never been! Sacrilegious! We had to remedy that, so that’s exactly what we did last night.

I’m not going to bother doing a review; it’s our favourite restaurant in London, need I say more? Instead, I’ll just post these photos of what I ate, which at the very least should make Ben and John jealous.

As usual, selecting only one thing to eat is near impossible, but I went with the cisp fried brandade and leek croquette with tartare sauce (or “fancy fish cakes” as the waiter called it) for my starter.

Duck for the main course; there was a crispy coating on the outside of it, and a bunch of vegetables, one of which was spinach. I must admit, I wasn’t a fan of whatever those white things were; I kept thinking they’d taste like picked onions but oh my, how they did not.

Dessert was my favourite course last night; a valrhona chocolate tart which had a crumbly coating that was to die for. I could have eaten 6,000 of these! The other bits were good too, but realistically it was all just a distraction from the tart.

I wish I had me one of those bad boys right about now.