Yesterday went to Anglesea Arms to meet up with Pettan, Hanne and Joe for a beer. It was us and a shit load of old men. That didn’t stop us from having a nice time and devouring beers. They have moved down to South Ken, I’m expecting spring time hang out at Anglesea Arms again.
Eventually my senses got the better of me and I went home to Oliver and picked up some food on the way. Among other things this hideously orange cheese. It was surprisingly good. Then passed out.
Letters to my family 