Big Red Bus Pizzeria, Deptford

One of my birthday present from The Boy was a trip to The Big Red Bus Pizzeria in Deptford. It had been on my hitlist since I'd heard about it a year ago, not being one to turn down anything quirky, and I was excited to finally be going (although the excitement was partly due to riding the DLR on the way there - although The Boy wouldn't let me sit in the driver's seat. Londoners, you know what I mean.

On a quite Tuesday evening, we got the choice of where to sit, and opted for the top deck of a double decker bus, the focal point of the restaurant (covered courtyard seating also available) where the original bus seats have now been converted into four-seater tables.

While getting used to our surroundings, we placed orders for our drinks, and when they arrived some time later, we had to send them back, as both orders were wrong. When it finally arrived correctly, my cocktail was lovely, but even better was the cheesy honey garlic bread.

"Cheesy honey?", I hear you ask. Our thoughts precisely when we read the menu, which is why  we gave it a go. And God does it work. Try it. Try it at home. I know I will.

So: rubbish drinks service. Excellent starter. It was all to play for with the main course, the pizza. As it turned out, it was...disappointing. Edible, but burnt, and nowhere near the quality to be expected from a place calling itself a pizzeria.

Ripley's Believe It Or Not in photos

One of my birthday presents from The Boy was a trip to Ripley's Believe It Or Not, the self styled "odditorium" in Piccadilly Circus. The museum is often scorned by...well, everyone, so I've kept my desire to visit it under the radar. I won't reveal too much about the experience, for anyone who hasn't been yet, but here are a few photos of my favourite exhibits:

Yep, that's a knitted Ferrari. Knitted from no less than 12 MILES of yarn. Wooltastic.

I've always wanted a chair big enough to double up as a bed.

The Boy in the giant chair, excited about dinosaurs #geek

That'd be a portrait made from butterflies. REAL (DEAD) ONES.

It's not a place for people with a short complex.

Tiger cubs at London Zoo

So, yesterday was my birthday, and, like anyone with taste, I decided to spend it at London Zoo. I'd had a tip-off from someone in the know that they were holding a special lions weekend, to raise money for the new lion enclosure being built, so was lucky enough to catch a lion talk.

Lucifer, my favourite animal in the zoo!

I also, finally, saw the three tiger cubs born a couple of months ago. After sitting tight in Tiger Territory for close to two hours, they finally came out ten minutes before the zoo closed. Enough time for a sneaky peek!

Melati and "Trouble"