That guy again

It would appear that my last blip was this guy also. I would say I should clearly see him less, but I feel three times every three months isn't all that much anyway.

We realised-at the end of our delightful pub trip to the always delightful Coach and Horses (brilliant landlord, every time he remembers us, and that Mark does law and that I do media studies, music tech... oh graphic design! Close..!)-that the next time we see each other we will have finished our degree and be one much scarier step towards real life.

It wasn't a fun realisation.