The Suicide

Down to London for my US visa appointment tomorrow. My train is cancelled, due to a 'fatality' on the highland line. Which is a pain because I'm booked to go and see The Suicide with Tim and Dan at the theatre. I arrive with 5 minutes to spare and we get to chat in the interval. But they need to get home to vote in the referendum tomorrow, so we only get a swift half in the pub outside Waterloo.

Back at the flat I avail myself of the Corona in the fridge and the Glenlivet I stashed last time. Oh dear.