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Still frustratingly short of the 100k mark on both projects - I did lose most of the morning though.
Last night we decided to try The Cuban, a new bar/restaurant squeezed into a very narrow space and on several levels. N's been there before, with his ex, but clearly we weren't in the mood to go there the last time we went for a crawl together, although we've talked about it often enough. Because of the architecture, the bar is only about two metres long, and because they specialise in cocktails, service is slow to get to and slow to get that drink once you are there. Different people, different worlds: I perceived it as a very female crowd (3:1 on some tables), N as very male. We moved on quickly.
The Hobgoblin is a chain, but has its own tatty character, and the beer's good. For some reason we always end up on the table nearest the back doors, and often freeze as a result. We had our usual table. For once the place was free of my students. After a couple there we moved to the Bell&, which was full of squaddies and so we moved on; fortunately I hadn't been able to get to the bar. As always we disagreed about the precise route between the two pubs - I cut down past the theatre and the Tales, turning right at Scribes, he tends to walk further up the High Street or past Orange Street. I'm sure my route is quicker, but I would say that, wouldn't I?
The Buttermarket being ruled out of order, we went to the Old Brewery. Quieter than last weekend, and less bovvered about my hoodie. The music was better to, and I was bullied into boogieing. There appeared to be some kind of teacher's Christmas do on, and the dance floor altered according to the decade of the tune. We kept going for two hours or more, until we ran out of money for Guinness, and staggered home before they started kicking us out.
Of course, I'd left the alarm on for 7.15, so I awoke early, but it was 10.30 before I worked my way up to a bath. I've finished another entry, and now I'm off to look at posters. I'm convinced town will be hell, but I'll see. N is keen for more drink tonight. I don't think I can do another 2am. Christmas week will be spent in bed.
Last night we decided to try The Cuban, a new bar/restaurant squeezed into a very narrow space and on several levels. N's been there before, with his ex, but clearly we weren't in the mood to go there the last time we went for a crawl together, although we've talked about it often enough. Because of the architecture, the bar is only about two metres long, and because they specialise in cocktails, service is slow to get to and slow to get that drink once you are there. Different people, different worlds: I perceived it as a very female crowd (3:1 on some tables), N as very male. We moved on quickly.
The Hobgoblin is a chain, but has its own tatty character, and the beer's good. For some reason we always end up on the table nearest the back doors, and often freeze as a result. We had our usual table. For once the place was free of my students. After a couple there we moved to the Bell&, which was full of squaddies and so we moved on; fortunately I hadn't been able to get to the bar. As always we disagreed about the precise route between the two pubs - I cut down past the theatre and the Tales, turning right at Scribes, he tends to walk further up the High Street or past Orange Street. I'm sure my route is quicker, but I would say that, wouldn't I?
The Buttermarket being ruled out of order, we went to the Old Brewery. Quieter than last weekend, and less bovvered about my hoodie. The music was better to, and I was bullied into boogieing. There appeared to be some kind of teacher's Christmas do on, and the dance floor altered according to the decade of the tune. We kept going for two hours or more, until we ran out of money for Guinness, and staggered home before they started kicking us out.
Of course, I'd left the alarm on for 7.15, so I awoke early, but it was 10.30 before I worked my way up to a bath. I've finished another entry, and now I'm off to look at posters. I'm convinced town will be hell, but I'll see. N is keen for more drink tonight. I don't think I can do another 2am. Christmas week will be spent in bed.
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