Went to Pavlov’s Dog last night in Reading, it’s a pound a pint on Monday nights. Mental. I don’t think I’ve experienced being able to buy a pint for a pound since I left Yorkshire 8 years ago – even at uni, the cheapest you could get a drink was £1.50 I think (bloody London). So it was great, I was able to get slightly squiffy for a fiver. Amazing. Really amazing. Short sentence creatingly amazing.
It was full of absolutely beautiful students too, in their boho-indie garb, which I find particularly pleasant on the eye, and as it’s still fresher’s week, everyone’s up for having a chat and meeting you, as long as you don’t look too much like a townie. I suppose I am a townie now aren’t I? That thought's pretty depressing, I am going to grow my sidies a bit longer and wear my suede jacket so I don’t end up looking too much like a…like a what? I don’t know.
Anyway, I wish I was at uni, but I also don’t wish I was at uni. Which I’m not. So that’s 50% happy. That’ll do.
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