5:30 PM
Pub with Al. I had been good not drinking all week other than the Monday marathon. Wasn’t in the mood to hang out with the work masses, as at the moment there are a few I could happily roast on a spit. Al felt the same way.
Round one. Guinness.
6:19 PM
Round two. Switch to Deuchars (which is a lovely ale)
7:30 PM
This is where we said we were going to stop. Cut to:
Round three and four (and I can’t remember but there may have been a five.)
10:30 PM
Hungry, we call to try and get a table at Bodean’s in Soho. No go so we call the one in Clapham but they’re closed for renovation. We decide on a curry. We also have a pint of cobra with our meal.
11:47 PM
Time to go home. I get on a train to Balham.
12:45 AM
I wake up in East Croydon. Fucken’ hell.
12:50 AM
Get on a train going to Clapham Junction.
1:08 AM
Arrive in Clapham Junction but there are no more trains to Balham. Consider getting a bus but not sure which bus to take.
Decide to walk home.
While annoyed at myself am slightly amused at watching the packs of drunken girls wearing the exact same outfit stumble down the street. There is an interesting energy on Northcote Road and I feel safe which in retrospect is incredibly dangerous.
1:47 AM
I’m home.
