bitful

I'd made a point never to publish any posts from work. Working for Her Majesty's Government, I do not feel I should make such a trivial use of taxpayers' money.

But hey, I'm pissed. Been here six weeks and my decision to join my colleagues for Friday drinks at the pub only every other week was very wise.
Today's decision to go just because Mark was leaving (Mark who?) was, erm, not that wise. One pint equals 568 millilitres times five equals OMG and I'm supposed to meet Dr B. for a workout at the gym at 6! Yeah right.

Got chatting to D., whose father is a very prominent Ulster politician (and whom I'm almost positive I spotted in Old Comptons street (GayLand, if you are not familiar with London's urban landscape) last Sunday night. And to C., who's got the Band! Of! The! Century! lined up but can't come up with proper lyrics. And A. from Zimbabwe with his brilliant idea for always-properly-pulled Guinnes that no company would take on because of Health and Safety measures.

Friday lunch. Worth moving to the UK for.

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