730pm and the train is empty.
It’s the second Friday before Christmas, most people have fucked off early, worked from home or stayed out in town with colleagues.
I was supposed to meet friends in Edinburgh but it’s been a long week and I couldn’t be arsed.
My ex colleagues are out in Glasgow. That sounded like a better gig .. Until Alex texted me at 5pm and couldn’t put a sentence together.
Might give that a miss!
5pm and I’m clock watching wanting to go home. …
When those bastards that I work for start bringing in beer, cider, wine, pizza, nipples … Did I say nipples? .. Obviously I meant nibbles … and all sorts of other goodies.
Just when I was wanting to go home early!!
Now 730pm, 4 beers to the wind and I’m thinking … Wonder what Alex and the boys are up to??
Would you believe that the legendary Martha Reeves and the Vandellas are playing Glasgow tomorrow night?
Got nowhere to run to baby!
Got nowhere to hide!