Monday, October 25, 2004
Brum
The North remains a filthy industrial pit. At 3am, I felt there was no reason to stop drinking. Dave proved me wrong by illustration of one empty whisky and one empty fizzy wine. Felt scabby the next day.
My attempt to force social discomfort upon (white) Dave by turning up at the pub by bringing 6 Indian Doctors with me failed. Afterall, in Brum Indians are everywhere. Even pubs.
