In the Stalls

I had some paperwork to attend to, and by the time that had all been done, it was midday. And at that point the weather had closed in a bit so I was less inclined to head out. That, I did, eventually. Mid-afternoon - the usual walk along the canal (on the towpath!) to the Cameo. This time to see Stoker, an enjoyable enough film, with a strange B-movie feel to it.
Later, a meet up for a beer or two, where we heard all about Mr McC's trip to err North Island. See, I was listening.
I see we're now sending armoured cars off to bloody Syria. Aye, we're good at that. Here's my Dad's bit of his reminiscences in Syria, n'that.