Quashed despondent feeling of impending Dub departure* by drinking my weight in freshly hopped beer. Paddy and I drank our way around, laughed at an open mic night, and made sport of his flatmate Creepy Drawers**.
Came back to the gaf and smoked and drank more, just like the old days. Head sore, have just been presented with healthy salad when all I want is some stodge.
* and other thing

**40 yo housemate with a nervous tic and an odd obsession with Madge the cat. Has a can of chickpeas with a fried egg on top for dinner, every night).