When the weather is cold and grey and the air is full of miserable drizzle, it's good to have somewhere to go for a smoke and a drink and a chat.
There used to be places called 'pubs' that catered for such evenings, but now Smoky-Drinky is the only option available. So I'm off to one, with those printouts.
One of the Smoky-Drinkers had a birthday this week so I'm taking along a bottle of something better than the usual gulping whisky. Glenfiddich Rich Oak, 14 year-old.
Back later, assuming I can still see the correct number of fingers.