Richard and I made our way to the bar, easing our way past tipsy bravos, grave gaffers, loud boys and edgy sirens - we were served our pints of Okells by the imperturbable youth -
I survived a visit to the gents - the skills honed in Glengariff were put to good use -
Won't get fooled again pealed joyously from the pulsing speakers - we danced imperceptibly -
To my chargrin, Spike did not ignite an aerosol can -
Later, Richard read me the best poem he'd ever written -
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