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Why, why, why, Delilah?

I’ve not long returned from an evening at O’Neills with Matt L, who was supposed to be picking me up in his “beautiful car” at 7:00 PM, but didn’t, I must add, because he was already mildly drunk by midday. Instead, his mother kindly called by my house around that time, picked me up, then dropped us both off right outside the venue for our (scratch that) his heavy drinking session.

I only stayed for a couple of hours, as although I enjoyed his company, I didn’t much enjoy being there. Don’t get me wrong, of all the public houses I’ve been to (although that’s admittedly not many), O’Neills is my clear favourite. I suppose I just wasn’t expecting it to be quite as busy & noisy so early on. Still, we had a great laugh and even got to touching each other’s legs once we finally found somewhere to sit.

We also saw Pete B. from the RWS days there, so together had a bit of a three-way(!) catching-up chat.

And at home now (rather earlier than expected), I’m about to bung on a film to watch with my big-little brother. Well, if we can decide on one between us, that is.