The War on Drugs and a fire.

I was supposed to go and see The War on Drugs in Manchester tonight, but having received one of those “I love you mate” texts at about 5am this morning I wasn’t entirely surprised when my co-conspirator messaged me about an hour ago saying he wasn’t feeling up to it. A pity, but it’s somewhat inhospitable out there, I’m not a massive fan of the Apollo, and lighting the fire and pouring a G&T seemed like the better idea. So that’s what I did.