An evening with Anil

Working most of the day on my poems. Talked to Simon, and looking forward to getting our heads together next week on special marketing projects. Also spoke to Mum, who I'll see next week.

Thinking of making this blog into a podcast too...

In the evening went off to meet Anil, an old schoolmate, in the Tin Drum. We quaffed some beers and picked at vegetarian mezze and generally caught up. And there was a lot of catching up to be done with someone you have known since you were 12, and have only seen once in about the last 25 years.

Anil is in love with a lady in Hove, and thinking of moving down here. Interesting to see him, as we've only met once a couple of years ago, since shortly after being at school together. He was on fine Woody Allenish form. We were joined by Lorraine later, who gamefully experienced some of the nonsense. So that we could hear each other more clearly, we shifted venue to the Battle of Trafalgar, which was thankfully but a short lurch home, as Anil and I drank too much.

Anil off in a taxi. Er... safely I hope.