McGonagall

Sitting in The Tiq faced by McGonagall’s words, happily they didn’t put me off my pint. The pint itself did though, the Lawless Village was on the turn! Changed to Camden IPA, a fine alternative. We were a full company, the Mackies being back down from Kingussie, and the pub was full again but I’d reserved a table and, apart from one girl in direct line with S’s right ear hole, it wasn’t overly loud. And as the evening wore on our side slowly emptied until it was just me, S and JacktheLad who then sadly missed his bus which meant that we left him to nurse a last half and headed back up the road. I’m sure he was fine, not at all annoyed.