Cervejas

Beers.

I don’t seek out boozing opportunities during the week unless driven by socialising. I don’t think I’ve ever sat alone at home and quaffed some vino, because a) I don’t particularly like wine, and b) if I drank every night like that I imagine my sleep would be terrible.

However, put me with good company and it’ll automatically be like any night at a students’ union, downing pints of snake bite and black. My desire for a clear head the following day is rapidly forgotten.

So it was this evening when I met up with Alexis, a important project collaborator with whom we work on our government relationships. He invited me to a café to discuss a proposal we’re working on, and have some beers. It was a really good meeting and it’s a good relationship to look after.

As I was already drunk by the time I strolled back, I launched into a catch-up call with Dan and Joey in Cambridge. When we signed off, I noticed that it had run for 3 hours and 56 minutes. Utter madness. How time flies.

I’d earlier spotted this wall, warning people not to urinate here. It was dark by the time I came back past after my beers with Alexis, and despite having a full bladder, I heeded the warning.