Dilemma at The Oxford

Walking past the Oxford Bar, it's just before noon, the door is wide open, the girl behind the bar clocks me "Hiya".

I make the mistake of stopping.

Compound the dilemma by popping my head in.

"Deuchars?"

But the sun isn't over the yardarm yet and I have stuff to do.

Amazingly I turn down the offer but ask if I can take a photo instead (Blip what have you done to me). The solitary drinker at this hour (spot the pint) say's "I'm off for a pee anyway pal so dinnae worry about me".

So, I wander off down the lane. Without a pint but with a Blip.

Work truly is the curse of the drinking classes.