Met Ian in the alley outside Ye Olde Mitre Tavern. Looked around the bars for Russell and geodhinn . Found geodhinn lurking at the other end of the alley and we went in, checking all nooks and crannies for Russell. Amazingly we got a table immediately and pulled up anther chair for Russell when he got there. Orkney Dark Island was on tap and we had a seat... What could go wrong? Well I had my phone on silent so I miss Russell's increasingly desperate attempts to find us. We must have been only a few yards away from him but some how he failed to find us. I checked my phone around 8:20 to find a message that he'd gone home at 8:10 :-( I tried calling back but by that time he must of been on the tube and out of contact.
I realised I'd been to the Mitre before, not surprising as I worked in the area for many years... It's just that all the pubs have blended into one long Friday lunch time in my mind.
Evening went too quickly and I was soon sat on a train that refused to move at Waterloo. Shouting chavs and upper class twits provided entertainment. The upper class twits were rather good and most amusing. They were loudly whispering about their plan to pass off a friend as a member of the aristocracy, and falling over when the train stopped. The best the chavs could manage was shouts of "DOES DIS TRIAN GO TA FEL'AM OR WOT?".