I've never been a big fan of cats. This marginal aversion has, however, recently intensified to become an active dislike, after a frenzied feline broke my camera.
I won't bore you with the details but it involved a Greek Island, the perfect vista, the self-timer, and a rogue paw. I'm resigned to snapping with my iPhone until it's fixed.
One thing that the moggies and I could form a friendship over is a serious love of seafood and so, upon returning from holiday, it was off to the newly-opened Bonnie Gull to drown my sorrows in shellfish.
As we ducked under the striped, seaside shack awning we were greeted with a Captain's welcome.
Inside is small but perfectly formed, with some wonderfully nautical touches that almost make you forget that you're somewhere in Fitzrovia rather than on the Cornish coast.
We kicked off with some Bloody Marys, each of which was topped with a plump and juicy oyster - a pretty inspired touch.
With our minds firmly fixed on mollusks, we surveyed the 'catch of the day' map to decide which of the British oyster varieties to sample next... and settled on four of each - wild Loch Ryan Natives, Portland Pearls and Mersea Rocks.
Having consumed our recommended monthly allowance of Zinc, we then plumped for the North Sea haddock and chips and the sea bass with fennel and grapes.
Sustainable, fresh, British seafood at its best.
The restaurant is now fully open and you can even pop in for brunch at the weekend. I reckon 3 or 4 oyster Bloody Marys would cure even the most raging of hangovers or, at the very least, ease the pain of a cat breaking your camera.