Whatever that means
Aye so in an unusual fit of organisation Smith tells me the day before that he’ll be fancying a pint in the Oxford at five. Well, it would be rude not to. And then he bought me one and then a wee half pint for the pensioner and so on until it’s the Abottsford and the beers are 6%. Train via Burger King and a taxi. I’ll go back for the bike another time.