reconvened this evening. I had a great time - met up with Lizzi, Jennie, Craig and Murray in Goodge Street for some pintage and chat.
I was the first to leave, due to shortage of cash and my big works xmas party tomorrow (in the Tower of London, no less). I texted them when I was sat at home with my kebab to thank them for a wonderful evening - they were still in the pub having a "debate" about men and women. I shudder to think.
Leaving the pub early in my designer suit, white shirt, black tie and long black (and very nice) coat, strutting my way to the tube through Fitzrovia whilst listening to "Rio" by Duran Duran. I felt like an extra from American Psycho, and my swagger befitted it.
Life is good, readers.
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