I can see the sleet framed through the small square of the entrance at the other end of the bar. The people walking past have that hunched beaten dog look to them and I get the feeling like I’m on a life raft looking at all the drowning people too stupid to climb aboard, it’s a mystery as to why I do not have a hangover after last nights Bloggers meet and how I can keep the lager down deserves its own research grant. It could be that I was suitably fortified by a breakfast of ribs and iced treats taking full advantage of my absent girlfriend.

I’ve been watching the staff and management for the last hour and, in my minds eye the strands of social hierarchy overlay the scene like spiders silk. I can everyone hates the assistant manager, which member of staff has been working here the longest and that the guy behind the bar is working an A.F.D.*

recently I noticed that I haven’t been writing on my blog as often as I should do, this is because I have kinda got into the habit of knocking out a two grand word count every time I sit down to write, writing articles instead of blog post’s. So this post is part of my effort remedy that.

*All Fucking Day – twelve hour shift