I tried to arrange a quick quiet sneaky drink after work with a couple of mates who I haven’t had ‘focus time’ with for a while.

From one of them I got “no, no, we are going out on Friday” (I’m not … at the moment). So someone suggested Archie B’s for some food on the way home. No no no. A beer. Pure and simple.

Then, from the other guy:

16:50:50 Wed <Shaky> apparently ….. legal case going on saying that the Da Vinci Code was plagiarised
16:51:19 Wed <Someone else> what even the c1appy ending?
16:51:26 Wed <Shaky> not sure …
16:51:40 Wed <Shaky> not the whole thing apparently .. just some stuff
16:52:20 Wed <Someone else> good conversational topic over an archies
16:52:40 Wed <Shaky> by Archies, do you mean Al’s Diner?
16:53:04 Wed <Someone else> do they do sandwiches?
16:53:09 Wed <Someone else> i need to have dinner…

I then lost it.

16:53:22 Wed <Shaky> oh forget it
16:53:28 Wed <Shaky> i’ll just go home
16:53:42 Wed <Someone else> do you have a handbag!
16:53:59 Wed <Someone else> me lager - al’s dinner
16:54:00 Wed <Shaky> nope .. but talk of food is just not on when guys are arranging a drink
16:54:13 Wed <Someone else> ok. no dinnoire.
16:54:31 Wed <Shaky> you can eat … just should not be a factor in what we decide to do!

It’s not a man date!

Fooking food! Jeez. It drives me utterly potty when a bloke talks about food when we are arranging a drink. It’s a quick drink. You can eat after. Do what the fook you like after. You’ll survive. If it turns into a longer session, order a pub snack. Simple. Faaaaaaaaaaaaacking.

OK, I need to calm down.