Summer of '69

This morning I caught the train to Bristol today to see the ever-lovely Ms Thorne and Ms Davies, listening to Bryan Adams as I went.

We had lunch at a beautiful little deli called The Hamptons, and I ate the sort of panini that I expect to appear in my dreams for many years to come; it was that good.

On the way back I spent about five minutes thinking that my cup said "I'm a fairtrade hot drunk". You can tell you've been away from uni too long when...