Getting them in

Saturday evening. Crowded city-centre pub. Meeting Mr B, happy after a Hibs win. He kindly buys us a pint before heading for the train back to Cupar. My oldest friend, we met by sharing a room at university about a million years ago.

The night out continued with a meet-up with some of M's work colleagues in another crowded city-centre bar. It had no decent beer, and at 9 o'clock the music was cranked up and a dj started playing a selection of rubbish choons of the early 80's. We called it a night at that point.