…or are they? *cue mysterious music*
Hey Chief, I might be wrong - ahaha, hah, who am I kidding? Let’s cut to the chase (figuratively):
I’ve had an idea, and because I’ve had it, I’ll do it, because that’s the kind of person I am.[1]
My idea is to enact a preemptive strike against the wretchedest and cursedest time by having a Finnemeet! Who’s with me?
I know it’s just an ordinary working day, but as most working days, it does have an end, and I would rather spend that particular time of the day called “the evening” in a pub or cafe with a flotilla of Finnefans than alone in my metaphorical suit of black.
As I am London-based, I propose a London location, and I hope as many of you who want to join also can join. I’m thinking either the vicinity of Hoxton / Liverpool Street (most convenient for me), or King’s Cross (hopefully easier to get to from more places). Where would be most convenient for those of you interested in coming?
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[1] Well, not entirely true - the kind of person I might be, if I wasn’t a capsized duck. But shappeybunny encouraged me, so here I am, paddling like hell underneath.
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