Evening shift

Yes, work on a Friday evening. Well, I say work but it was only talking to a man in a pub about beer but these days, that's work. 

It seems that the minimum duration of a pub-meeting is four pints. Each has a name: 'I'll get these', 'same again?', 'one more?' and 'last one and then home, eh?'. And the duration of the meeting is determined by the speed of the slowest drinker. Unfortunately, this meant getting to the station at 2240 and the next train wasn't until 2309, which meant a pint in the "renamed as something else but still a shit hole and slightly menacing at that time of night" in the station. But I didn't get rained on cycling back so that was OK.