The Old Man.

August 26, 2010

Returned from the desert; where he was, in his words, sitting on his arse mainly, apart from the odd blue with the bureaucrats. I picked him up from the airport, went straight to the pub for a ripper cigar and Guinness (amazing combination, for those who haven’t tried it) where we shot the breeze for as long as the smoke curled. Brief but good, welcome back Old Man.

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