The Bath

I actually socialised with a 3-D Human being. I went to The Bath with Lisa, a pub next to The Eagle, which tonight was stuffed to the brim with Freshers. Truly excellent band. They played an awful lot of eighties music. I got chatted up at the bar by a guy who bought me a bottle of Irish cider. 'Better than that muck,' he said, nodding at my Strongbow. I think I encountered a cider snob. I am reconnecting with the world. Something has shaken me awake.

I am dealing with Doug's wartime photograph collection. See last entry - he is wearing the helmet of a German P.O.W. More to come.