Hosta la vista

An entirely pleasant Friday. Another old colleague left the agency today. Spent the afternoon in a beer garden with lots of the agency drinking a farewell to Phil. Phil has a passion for hostas. His leaving card showed him brandishing a gun and a small shrub, with the line "Hosta la vista baby" on it, which wasn't bad. Phil gulping and looking very emotional during his leaving speech.

The call of the seagull grew strong in me at around 5.00pm. A quick shower after a sobering train-ride, then out for yet another beer and a cheerful but belly-busting duck-based Chinese meal with Lorraine in Preston Street.

Comments