After a couple of nights out in a row and with a busy trip to Bristol ahead for the weekend, tonight had been planned as a quiet Friday in. The best laid plans, however - as Mike calls me when I get home from work to let me know that he's in the area after a photoshoot and wondering whether I fancied a pint at the Tollgate. It turns out that, in fact, I do fancy a pint at the Tollgate, so I head over there with due haste.
The Tollgate, as I've often said before, has a bad reputation and doesn't offer much in way of a first impression (they can't help the alcoholics and assorted criminals that hang about the doorways) but I always find it a relaxing place for a quiet local pint. Me and Mike chatter about various nerdy topics over a drink until K turns up on her way back from work, soon to be joined by Big Nick. The boys are hungry - and since K and I have ostensibly got dinner waiting for us at home (leftover chilli), we refrain from ordering anything; but I watch Mike tuck into his £2.99 sausage, chips and beans with more than a hint of envy.
We ignore the hunger pangs though and enjoy another couple of drinks before all heading back to our flat in time to watch Peep Show. It's an absolutely brilliant one tonight and really shows series 7 getting into its stride - it's still easily the funniest sitcom on TV, and has been now for almost ten years (hard to believe). After Peep Show I stick on an episode of South Park that I wanted everyone to see (the excellent "Creme Fraiche" season 14 finale), at which point both of our guests fall asleep. Lightweights. K and I send them on their way back to Crouch End before heading to bed ourselves.
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