tales from an ordinary world

2001-08-17

The celebration of something or other. People gradually start peeling away, having had their fill of after-work "work". Eventually a clump of us trudge off pubwards. A band scratches and plays beats and a guy raps over it, but the local accent sounds wrong (but I hope there'll be a time when it won't sound wrong). Inside, a familiar bearded face wanders past from the bar. Outside, the rain comes down and down, until it's falling horizontally. Coke all night, I had my fill of wine at dinner. One pub closes, another's still open. I've been standing up for hours. This place has a jukebox though, and the cricket on TV.