By 3:30 the pub crowd is spilling out onto the sidewalks. Different faces than the ones I'd seen at noon grabbing a pint with lunch -- instead of lunch. Cigarettes, alcohol and coffee fuel the populace. There isn’t a building entrance without a gaggle of smokers from 7:30 AM til midnight, rain or shine: “I’ve been swimming in a sea of anarchy, I’ve been living on Coffee and Nicotine…” S. Crow.
Yesterday a colleague suggested we have a pint after work. "Are we celebrating?" I asked. He paused, smiled broadly and replied, "It's not raining."
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