Just nipped out to the Nags, passing through W2 on the way. I figured that New Year’s Eve hangovers might have passed by now, and, given that Thursday is usually a popular drinking night, I could be assured of a few other people being out.
But, no, not a soul to be seen. Joel was propping up the bar in W2, bemoaning the fact that nobody goes there any more. Gary was holding the fort in the Nags, saying “boring, innit?”. So I had a pint with him, read the paper and came back home.
separating the wanted from the unwanted