Later I am sat in the Admiral Rodney with my old dog at my feet, drinking a surprisingly nice pint of Shepstone’s Nut Brown Ale and reading a copy of the Nottingham Drinker magazine. We’re totally minding our own businesses when this sweaty woman breezes in. She starts buying me drinks albeit with my own money. You just couldn’t make it up. Sadly she has a yappy dog in tow but then she takes me home with her. Every cloud has a silver lining.
(Thursday 4th February)