London Calling

There I was, minding my own business, quenching my thirst after a session in the gym by having a pint on my own as usual (Messalina had left to catch her train out to the sticks by this time) and who should walk into the pub but Darren from Inveresk Street. Well, blow me down with a feather, didn't expect that to happen. Ah, I can hear you ask: "If you have never met him before, how did you know it was him?" Easy, being an avid reader of Perspective, I recognised him from this straightaway. Just screw your eyes up a bit and there's no mistaking that hairy face.
Anyway, it transpired that Darren was in the big city to see his old/new friend Kara, who writes about stuff here, who was in town from across the Atlantic in New York to see her old/new friend Darren. A heartwarming tale to be said about this, but I'll just leave it there for now.
So, had an extremely pleasant couple of pints with Darren and, as he has already commented on his blogthang, jokes, fitba and lefty stuff were the subjects of our evening.
Hope we can do that again! And, hopefully, others can join in next time. Whaddya say?