his is definitely not a satirical send-up from a grumpy Dom. I’ve figured out that had I stayed they generally won’t leave me either. They would have stayed on too. Does say something for their youthful loyalty espirit de corp and their brimming enthusiasm under their rather worn-out leadership. But for me to ever continue on I would need a new pair of respiratory lungs and possibly a heart transplant.
In my few coming editions I shall attempt at a chronology of the history of the Teahouse restaurant concentrating possibly on the best part of 1980s and 1990’s and early 2000. This may not necessary be in the exact order of events but at least it gives you an insight into some sort of a timeline and a rough guide as to where our Dom’s Teahouse is today. Meantime lets get back to our Base. We have exactly two weeks to go. Yes! In a fortnight I shall forfeit for the first time in my working life the grand title of Mr Teahouse.
