08 February, 2007

Farewell, Ian

Ian (left) is going to sea. He's going to be an officer on a ferry boat going from the US to S. America. For the next four months Bristol will be quiet and poker nights will be missing something.
Inevitably after pub closing hours, I was dragged out to the Prince of Wales with Toby, chucking rum all over the place. There was a powercut and the walk home in the snow would have been blissful if not for house alarms and a brief police questioning as they drove through St Andrews park.

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