The only problem with working in canary wharf is that you’re a city girl without all the perks- have you been to c.wharf lately? It’s hardly raving. Caroline used to work in the city so promised to take me and show me how it’s done. Apparently going to work, working and then going home is NOT how it’s done. Bad banker.
We decided to try the newly opened Core Bar as it promised to “shake up our weekend and show us a good time”- sounding like a cheesy chat up line we just had to investigate; secretly who doesn’t quite like those lines?
Finding a table in the sun,I was surprised to find POPPING CANDY on the table! Are we not supposed to be financial professionals? Maybe a small child had left them by accident...
Oh, or maybe not. Fruit loop cocktail? I thought this was a serious career person kind of bar eh!
Jelly beans? Caroline whats going on here!
So it turns out that the old saying work hard, play hard is defiantly driven into the souls of City folk. Once everyone clocks off. it serious down time o'clock. And if that includes a little childish fun, well why the hell not eh?
Which lead to the great idea of putting the popping candy in our drinks once we decided to head inside.
Only I may have got a bit of a shock...
Turns out some alcohol and popping candy cause quite a explosive reaction!
Of course what City folk would we be if there wasn't shooters involved. Give us one of everything, I think I've got alot of catching up to do.
After we may have ordered another round or two and fendied off the advances of some rather drunk City boys, we decided to call it a night... but not before we got some pre hangover cure Dim Sum from Ping Pong.
Fuelled by our City Girl night we devoured the lot with little grace but washed down with more than a few tipples.
I think I may have to relocate from Canary Wharf, or better still, I could start a Wharf revolution. I'll bring the party to me.
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