Tuesday at the Winchester

Seb is the first to arrive, I am already through my 2nd pint and ferociously working my way through the third. He orders a pint and steak sandwich, well done. Dressed like a successful business man in many ways he was one. He truely believes in the company ethic, do your time for the man and you will be rewarded. Make the sacrifices and some day you, you will be that man. His suit costs more than my car but I don't resent him for that. He is my best mate.

I break the news to him, he takes a moment or two to take it in, reaches for his pint and takes a healthy gulp, the food hasn't arrived so that gulp could well have been mostly a hungry one.

'So what are you going to do now boy?'

'Dunno lad, you know I never liked that job, but I could ya know tolerate it or whatever'

'Find another one?'

'Fcuk that, in this climate? I could be on my hole for 6 months'

'Australia?'

'It has crossed my mind, wouldn't mind a bit of sunshine you know, have a few bob to cover a few months of it aswell, but how different would it be to here? Honestly, I'd be working at the same shite with probably a bit better weather outside.'

'True, true, why not go somewhere different, somewhere cheap, you could live like a king and forget about this mess, I hear asia is a class spot, women meant to be gorgeous n all'

'Reckon you might be onto something there...'

And so the thoughts began to flow, we sat there and drank a few pints. Watched a shite game of champions league, grabbed a chinese and headed back to the flat not having to worry about work in the morning.. Sweet eh?