Do you mind if I chuck you out?
What started as a trip to the cinema to see ‘Red Eye’ became a trip to the local bar, thanks to total gridlock in the centre of Greenwich at 9:30pm. I’d spent the previous hour bitching and moaning about all my troubles, and wasn’t particularly good company.
The Plan seems such a distant possibility sometimes. I’m sure some of the obstacles in my path are mental, but nothing that £10,000 wouldn’t fix in a flash.
A couple of pints of Erdinger Weißbeer later and I was a lot cheerier. So cheery in fact that we failed to notice the time, or that we were the only people left in the bar other than the rather tired and impatient looking guy serving the drinks. Rare thing these days, especially in Ladywell.
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