Our wonderful friend Ellie arrives from the bitter mists of Cornwall this evening, so when I finish work I head to Turnpike Lane station to meet her and escort her safely back to our flat. I stand outside the nearest exit to the flat for a full 15 minutes before it occurs to me that she might be inside the station. Sure enough she appears up the stairs - and it turns out she's been there for around the same amount of time. Doh.
Foolish standing over, we drop Ellie's stuff off then head back out to the tube to make our way into to town to meet K and the others at The Cock. It's been a while since we've had a proper Sam Smith's night, and while the pub is as busy as usual, K has managed to snag a decent table upstairs and we take our seats to wait for reinforcements. I manage to get into a row with two people - one who refuses to wait for me to climb the narrow stairs before starting their descent, and another who accuses me of rudeness while overhearing something I'm saying to someone else. I can't win in this stupid world. Isn't it in fact more rude to loudly, and falsely, accuse someone else of rudeness in public?
Needless to say our friends find my incredulity very funny - and I soon calm down and get on with a couple more drinks. Unusually, we end up staying at The Cock for the entire evening - and we celebrate getting home later by calling the venerable Pizza Go-Go in Hornsey for express meat feast pizzas. Yum.
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