Friday, October 20, 2017

Section Five

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I haven't been out with work since early May. My Friend Bernie was leaving and that would be one of the original drinking crew gone. As it happens tonight, I could be elsewhere, but as this is the last time I will see Bernie unless I’m lucky, I took the moment to unwind after work with the presence of others. The way things are going at work this could be the last leaving do, perhaps the next will be a mass exodus when we are all asked to leave? Maybe but no one really knows. No one will really ever know to it happens. I knew I was going to need to be careful, but at the first pub, that thought disappeared. We got a taxi to the centre of Brum, which never got to the centre of Brum. It just got stuck in traffic, for ages. Luckily this taxi’s meter was by the mile. Unluckily was the fact that my bladder wasn’t going to last any longer. And besides, if we got out here I knew the way to the Shakespeare. In the end I gave the driver the money for the journey and told the others if they were not coming I was leaving the taxi right now to relieve myself. I got out of the taxi, and found a big bin and stood behind it. Man was my bladder full. This was no small river. Then in all the darkness of the area I’d chosen, why did a couple have to walk virtually right up to me, before deciding to go around the bin and thus me. There must have been a huge pool of liquid by then. And huge smile on my face from the relief of getting out of the taxi and unlocking the valve. We had a couple in the Shakespeare and then over to the Chocadeara. I had Longhorn in the Shakespeare and UBU in the Chocadeara. So you can imagine I was in no rush to leave.

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However 10pm came and it was time to leave to catch the twenty past train. although the train isn’t at twenty past as I walk and look at which platform it is going to be at on my phone. Agggghh its a fifth teen minutes past train hell, as I grad my tickets out of the machine, look for platform 10a, where is it in this dam modern building, why are the signs so pants, as I go down the escalators, I look at my watch, 30 seconds to go, dam it they’ll be closing the doors. At the bottom I look for the train, has it gone? Nope there it is at the far end of the platform, Look there’s a woman getting on with a pram, I might just make it because of her…. and I did. I wander down the aisle looking for a seat that isn’t next to any rif raff. My choice is very limited. In fact it’s near on a no choice. I ask two ladies if they would mind me sitting at their table seat with them, and they say its fine. I’m quiet for a while, but for the rest of the journey we talk, we converse for the whole journey. I don’t know them, and they don’t know me. But that doesn’t matter, we are strangers to each other, but strangers that are friendly. They have been to the ballet. A naked ballet. Erm.

I make it home, and cook two beef burgers and then oddly find myself asleep on the sofa at 1am. I go to bed.





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