Tuesday 3 July 2012: Summer of '69
This morning I caught the train to Bristol today to see the ever-lovely Ms Thorne and Ms Davies, listening to Bryan Adams as I went.
We had lunch at a beautiful little deli called The Hamptons, and I ate the sort of panini that I expect to appear in my dreams for many years to come; it was that good.
On the way back I spent about five minutes thinking that my cup said "I'm a fairtrade hot drunk". You can tell you've been away from uni too long when...