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One Friday in Farringdon...

Although this blog has been going for less than a year, I’m pleased to report that it already has big following. The audience is mixed, although certain key trends can be observed. There’s a tendency, for instance, for the typical visitor to be a Class A nutter. And the site also seems to have been a big hit with the ladies.

On Friday - before setting off for Tom and Katie's wedding in Bracciano - a team from Washed and Ready to Eat went to meet some typical readers at a bar in London’s ubercool Farringdon district. News of our attendance must have spread quickly, as there was a good crowd there, although most kept a respectful distance. Full report follows. Any relation to actual conversations is purely coincidental.


Meet Helena, Gee, Bethany and Caz. Fun-loving career girls, with demanding jobs and deadlines to meet, they like nothing better than getting together at the end of the working week for an informal drink and a goss. With a £14 bottle of house white to keep them company, the conversation soon turns to future plans, sleb news, guy trouble and – inevitably – their number one blog of the moment.

WARTE:
Come on girls. Tell us about your fave reading material.


CAZ:
There’s nothing like a good Maeve Binchy when I’m chilling on the beach.

BETHANY:

I stock up on celeb mags and can often spend the whole weekend in bed reading them. It’s like so cool to know what Christina Aguilera is doing.

WARTE:
But what about your online reading? Any wicked websites you can recommend?


GEE:
Isn’t it just sad guys that look at the web all day?

HJ:
Yeah, I mean, I might visit lastminute.com for a pampering session, but most of the time I’m too busy to go surfing.

BETHANY:
What’s a website?

WARTE:
Let's try this another way. If we said the words “Washed and Ready to Eat” to you, would they ring any bells?


HJ:
Ah, now I see where all this is leading.

CAZ:
Alright, yes. I admit it. I have looked at it once or twice. But only because everybody else was talking about it.

GEE:
No one likes to be the odd one out.

BETHANY:

It’s written by that guy.

GEE:

Yeah.

CAZ:
Phyllis.

BETHANY:
It’s very weird. Every time I read it, I get contractions.

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