I’m off to the pub later. I don’t venture out much these days, other than to take the train to work and so on. There are few people out worth the effort and I actually find the ‘booze mile’ intimidating. If I can stand to stay out, I’ll end up the youngest of a bunch of old codgers remembering better days. We’re all ex-cops or ex-squaddies or both. A few lads on leave from Afghanistan will put up with us until they try their luck at the cheap student night, after a bit of counselling from me on what lines might work on the better looking ones from media studies. Some of my students are coming for an end of term drink and a few colleagues will show willing to slag off the administration. Such deep joy.
I know what the conversations will be and could script them. I used to enjoy public space, but rarely do now, especially in the UK. It’s not that I don’t go out unless working, it’s that I travel to do it to get away from what used to be community. Xmas will be abroad, to get away from it, even if it means watching the Boxing Day Test on my laptop. Still, I could get lucky. One of the mature students is threatening to bring her elder sister to meet me. Apparently we have a shared interest in rugby league and she saw me play as a child. Probably wants her entrance fee back!