I celebrated the Yule with my favourite Welshman this afternoon.
We picked our pints with care…his a Shipyard IPA from America, mine a Thatcher’s cider. The conversation flowed and then we headed for Botanic. Boojum does tasty burritos…the Hatfield served good Guinness which we drank next to an open fire. A brisk walk to the District and espressos came in dinky pale blue cups.
Oh, the joys of conversation and slurping with a soul buddy. Much quality nonsense was talked as well as the artistic observations of two aspiring middle-class Anglo-Celts.
The departure to go our separate ways was toasted with Irish Whisky in the Pavillion where we had hoped to bump into our mutual friend DC, but it was not to be
odespinner 