Drinking in The George Inn this evening and overheard a couple of lovies at the next table talking about Doctor Who – he had been in it in 1964 and was constantly asked by people what is had been like to work with William Hartnell, she had been in it with Peter Davison. They both liked Christopher Eccleston.
Then there was folk music so Jolyon and I adjoined to the Slug and Lettuce for food and more (although not as nice) beer.
On the way home I noticed that all the office lights were on. This was five to eleven on a Monday. I may be putting on my environmental hat and asking questions. All the lights were on next door in City Hall too so I may be writing to Ken as well.
Very small children seemed to be a not immeditately present but still prevalent feature of the evening. Ben D (father of a three week old) had briefly joined us for a shandy early on; Dave H (due to become a father within the next ten days) also made an appearance; and Jolyon was about to become an uncle at any moment (a text was received that informed him that pushing had been underway for twenty four hours!). Cripes.
