Lament

A meet up with sonny boy in this unpretentious candlelit bijou basement Italian bistro in the vicinity. And then! Time to step for a bit of chinwaggery over footyballball. Blimey! All the old boozers have been turned into, well, unpretentious candlelit bijou bistros. I kid you not, we walked all the way from across the river at Stockaree to Rose Street! Rose Street!! And then we'd to walk along to Scott's - almost the last pub - and a dump at that, just to see a TV. Bizarre. And disturbing.
Later, a wee meet up with MrT in a proper old man's boozer. Not a candle in sight.