Beer

My last stop on my return to the UK was to stay with my oldest friend in the world. Having failed to remember to selfie us together, I did the next best thing. I took a picture of the stuff that made me forget to take the selfie. We met at age 11 when we started Grammar School in London. We have been best mates since then. My travels have meant that we get together rarely now. The last time was at my mother’s funeral 7 years ago. However, when we do get together, it seems like only a ‘yesterday’ since the last time. He has joined CAMRA and we toured the pubs and watering holes of Bedford. Two days later, and my trip home will be followed by a liver-rinse. Good times, 50 years of being mates. Lots of laughs and banter. Takes us back to our youth.