WTF

I wrote this post last night after I got back from the pub. Hence why it was pretty short, pretty random and in hindsight really quite boring. Last night we returned to the tradition of post-work NML (ninety minute lash). Which has evolved from wanting to get on it but constrained by other commitments in the night meaning you can't stay in the grotty old man pub next to the office forever. With NML, the concept is pretty straightforward. Get on it for ninety minutes and then let the consequences ricochet throughout the rest of your evening.

Last nights NML evolved into something more of a Six-Hour-Lash so the details are quite hazy towards the end. I just remember looking around the Royal Oak (aka the most old man favoured pub in London) and seeing a whole range of clientèle which I had never seen in public before, let alone in the Royal Oak. My friend Re who I was with summed it up pretty perfectly by pre-empting my reactionary comment with

"JUST LOOK AT THE FACES ANNA."

Brilliant. Anyway then I came home and wrote the following below.

The other day I found myself, walking up a hill, half a mile from home, carrying a full shopping bag, a litre of milk and a duvet and sheet set in one hand. My other hand was occupied with a mobile phone via which I was both updating and being updated by a friend on our respective love lives. Ridiculous.