Drinking and drinks

I’m going to the bar in the Slough of Despond tonight to meet a man. A man who was once a good deal more keen on me than he probably should have been. Going for a drink with him used to be a very different matter. This time he will need lots of tissues. And not for a dodgy reason, either. Let’s see how well age helps the transition from enamorata to confidante.


2 Responses to “Drinking and drinks”

  1. I’ll be in the ‘Bowels of Despair’ pub next door. Will have spare tissues if you need to borrow. Always carry plenty.

  2. No need of tissues – age makes no difference, apparently. I struck a deal. A rather bad deal, on reflection…

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