Had a lovely few beers down the Lass o Gowrie in Manchester with Stewart Stansfield and Martin Smart last night. Lots of real ale and a lovely bowl of chips and vegie burger. Outstanding. Talked mucho nonsense about roleplaying and history, Stew a History PHD student soon, and some bollocks about politics (started by Martin who doesn’t like my “they’re all a shower of bastards, I won’t vote for any of the feckers” approach”). A pleasant evening, it was weird to get back on the train at 8:30 and come all the way back to Leeds. A taste of nights out to come and a much needed break from nights in alone.