Tuesday, August 15, 2006


In London, I work over a wine bar. I've always ignored it - there's something about "wine bar" that says 1980s, tossers, sneering, tossers, Nelson Gabriel. Tosser.

It's partly cos I don't like getting drunk on wine. It's like fingernails scratching down the blackboard of my soul. Plus I say stupid things.

But, on an impulse, I went for a drink there after work. And yes - even with three people in there, the wine bar stank of sneering. And yes - three drinks were £12.

But, I realised... they don't just do wine. There are spirits. And cigarettes and... then it hit me.

I work over a pub.

Suddenly, being back from holiday isn't that bad.

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