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A belatedly birthday drink with N. who endured yet another journey from hell thanks to a) the traditional old woman who can't use ticket offices and b) cancellations at Ashford.
Three pints at the Doves and a few games of pool most of which I won (or he lost), then headed into town via City Arms which we walked out of before being served as it felt odd. Unfortunately, the first decent pub is the far end of the high street, the Hobgoblin, but we had a quick drink at Casey's on the way. By then we had a plan: to make it to ten, and we had a good ninety minutes to make it in. The Carpenters was dead, so we made quick work of number six, and the Tales was relatively quiet so we got to seven easily. Then to the Bell&, and things get a little blurry. There were certainly two rounds, and drank N's Guinness in his absence. I think #11 may have been free as I couldn't find any money.
Home, via the kebab shop for N. I can't remember how we crossed the ring road. Did we use the bridge or risk death? I don't remember going to bed - but did hang my keys on the keys hook, which is a good sign. I didn't turn the light out. N found the duvet - or maybe I showed him where it was, but the futon stayed as a sofa.
Today, dehydrated, and tired. A mystery: N was wet down his left side. Looks like he spilt a bottle of water, but a little went a long way. It has been carefully sniffed and has been determined as water. At about one thirty we went into town for a huge all-day breakfast (I demurred a little at the chips, but with sausage, fried eggs, bacon and black pudding it is too late to be claiming healthiness). I bought some cheese from the market on the way home and a 99 on the high street. A bath, to finish reading Black and Blue, watched an episode of Homicide: Life on the Stree (final episode of season two or three, depending how you count) and an episode of The Wire season four to avoid being spoilered. In fact I've time to watch another before bed at midnight.
Hoping my body has recovered for Monday.
Three pints at the Doves and a few games of pool most of which I won (or he lost), then headed into town via City Arms which we walked out of before being served as it felt odd. Unfortunately, the first decent pub is the far end of the high street, the Hobgoblin, but we had a quick drink at Casey's on the way. By then we had a plan: to make it to ten, and we had a good ninety minutes to make it in. The Carpenters was dead, so we made quick work of number six, and the Tales was relatively quiet so we got to seven easily. Then to the Bell&, and things get a little blurry. There were certainly two rounds, and drank N's Guinness in his absence. I think #11 may have been free as I couldn't find any money.
Home, via the kebab shop for N. I can't remember how we crossed the ring road. Did we use the bridge or risk death? I don't remember going to bed - but did hang my keys on the keys hook, which is a good sign. I didn't turn the light out. N found the duvet - or maybe I showed him where it was, but the futon stayed as a sofa.
Today, dehydrated, and tired. A mystery: N was wet down his left side. Looks like he spilt a bottle of water, but a little went a long way. It has been carefully sniffed and has been determined as water. At about one thirty we went into town for a huge all-day breakfast (I demurred a little at the chips, but with sausage, fried eggs, bacon and black pudding it is too late to be claiming healthiness). I bought some cheese from the market on the way home and a 99 on the high street. A bath, to finish reading Black and Blue, watched an episode of Homicide: Life on the Stree (final episode of season two or three, depending how you count) and an episode of The Wire season four to avoid being spoilered. In fact I've time to watch another before bed at midnight.
Hoping my body has recovered for Monday.