I am meeting an old chum in the west end tonight.

[Sir C]

I note with interest that Sir C has not emerged - suggesting he may have got stotious while his chum sipped sparkling water.

He sipped lime and soda all evening, then just as we finished the meal he looked at me knowingly and said, "Five pints."

"Just saying. It's a Thursday night and you've had five pints."

My language was... choice.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

He's just thought it fit to mention that, 'it won't be a late one because I'm not drinking in January.'

What the fúck do I do with that? Am I to order 'a pint of bitter and a lemonade for my friend'?

What a waste of an evening.

Straight to the hotel room for the homosex then an early night c