Helping A. celebrate her 26th down the Pit, bumped into a whole bunch of friends I haven't seen anywhere near enough of in the last 18 months but this is something which I'd accommodated due to the whole spacetime continuum and canis nigra. The Sal has been refitted and Saturday night is rock night. It was like going into a time machine in a good way. I didn't feel old but I did feel, well, over-dressed.
And they had the possibly silliest energy drinks ever. Now you can walk up to the bar and ask for a can of
Pussy. And it even tastes nice.
Oh the horror. At least I don't plan on doing any corporate entertainment in the Sal anytime soon.
People were genuinely shocked to see me. It hadn't occured to me that I'd be missed that much which is very humbling. Saw people who had left Nottingham but who'd come back for birthdays etc. Got into minor discussion, made new acquaintances and then had to haul birthday girl away from the ruck she was about to get into with a barmaid because she referred to her deaf friend as 'f**king deaf.' Some people eh?
Braving the Tap & the Turf briefly I was almost prevented from catching the bus by a quite pert young lady in short woolen dress with piercings and vampire fangs. Being a gentleman I swiftly evaded the forming conga and walked out into the blizzard watching the townie girls freezing their assets in the snow and dodging from store front to store front.
Now it's nearly 4am. I've got a lot to do tomorrow morning. Goodnight, sleep well and remember you are not alone in the world.