8 November 2017, 7 pm
Finally, I join an old college friend at a solicitors’ drinks reception. It is being held in a hot, dark basement room which is possibly the closest I have come to the real actual centre of the earth for some time. Apart from when the EyeEyePeePee and I went out for comedy cocktails and accidentally ended up with a custard cream each. My friend and I try manfully (or more accurately, womanfully) to exchange news and family updates above the noise of two hundred solicitors networking their way to the centre of the earth. After twenty minutes or so, I have pretty much lost my voice. I decide it is time to head back to the flat and I stumble inelegantly towards the outside world, ejected like lava from a roiling volcano.
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