I’m writing this on the train on the way to work. The woman to my right is painting her nails, a bloke diagonally opposite is reading an Ian Rankin novel and the woman opposite me is on her phone talking I guess to her husband/ boyfriend. Nothing she has said so far has been worth saying let alone listening to although I now know what they are having for their meal tonight and their plans for this coming weekend, which include by the sound of it, plenty sex.
None of the above petty irritations can burst my bubble this morning, for last night I had another cracking evening at the NWAF , where I met up with a long standing friend; not seen for over 12 months and introduced him to some great beers and in addition met up with plenty brewery friends. (more…)