• My halls were in Fitzrovia - Charlotte Street. Long time ago now.

    I think the best thing to say about yesterday was that it reminded me try some Yellow Bourbon coffee - something I’d been meaning to do for years but: lazy and forgetful.

    Funnily enough the last time I drank Lavazza it prompted my girlfriend to ban me from having “fighting coffee” ever again, due to the dramatic mood change it engendered and the intemperate things it led me to say.

    Needless to say no apology was necessary from Steve - I was trolling him, a response was also an expectation - but the thought was very much appreciated.

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