So Sister Two is at university as of this week… how did that happen? Only ten minutes ago she was 4 or something. How quickly time flies.
I spent a good portion of this week in pubs (although not necesserily drinking). Jon and I went for a steak on Thursday to talk over a bit of business (and the steak really was a ridiculous size – mine nearly killed me; and you think I’m joking). Then on the Friday, Gwyz, Henry and I headed to Will’s new flat in Pedmore for his housewarming. I ended up cycling home on Will’s bike at 3am, but have no idea why.
Yesterday was Multipack September. A good little gathering at a place called The Old Joint Stock (where I will most certainly be visiting again) and another pub called The Old Contemptibles. It’s funny I’d not been to either before, but they’re one hell of an lot nicer than the Broad St boozers.
Attendance comprised of myself, Matt, Owen, Gareth, Ross and eventually Charles, and for the first time the subject of US politics raised it’s head during food – not a usual topic of conversation over the Multipack table, although then again, usually Gareth doesn’t compile a fully illustrated set of minutes in pink felttip.
Did I mention they were a good couple of pubs?
Good to see the Multipack is still meeting, but it all seems very small and low-key these days. We really must get our arses into gear again…
And personally, I would give my right arm to spend an afternoon in a proper English pub again!