In A Lonely Place.

I didn't expect to find anyone else on the upper levels of the car park early this morning. Then again, I expect neither did he.
Some tit photographing concrete probably shattered his moment of contemplation.

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It's our regular poker night tomorrow night and a regular feature of these nights are fine red wines and a handsome cheeseboard (it's clearly quite middle class, our poker night, although we do get royally bladdered). We try to seek out cheeses that are a little different as well as tasty. Anyone got any obscure recommendations as it's my turn to provide them and, of late, it's been getting quite competitive in a sad bloke-ish kind of way.