Earlier this evening Gordon called to say I know that neither of us is the sort who talks about dreams, but I had a dream about you….
It was, in fact, quite disturbing – and all about authorial responsibility! Cool!
Later I was trudging about preparing for a holiday and the weather drove me into the place locals refer to fondly as the breakup bar.
Though, technically, it is a pub – and one I would never normally frequent. Some pics to also answer the Gordon challenge of photographic evidence of drinking:
Byron, drenched:
Me, completely soaked:
