Three and a Half Pints Later (23 Minutes past Midnight)

They tore down the hospital, put up some new buildings. I remember this walk past St Annes Well park at night, long line of street lights... Tescos closed (why I'm waiting for some breaded fish to cook now) and I've got nowhere else to buy anything... Portland road, Clarendon Villas.... Saw Doctor Occult in the pub who looked remarkably like my nearly finished painting of him. Talking about Blood on Satans Claw with Claire's friends. Talking with Seamus about tortuously long bus journeys. Outside leaving the pub. Up past my old street. Long walk home. Night should be colder. Sleep. Sleep. And wake at 7:00am for a Saturday morning at work. Oh let it be quiet. Let my fish be cooked.