I fell asleep on a late midnight train…

Working my way along the beer pumps at the Sair Inn in Linthwaite, the realisation struck me that perhaps there was more to life than Leadboiler and Landlord Mild. There is a quietly horrific feeling as I approach thirty that I have spent the last thirty doing very little indeed. This was supposed to have been my prime, the time in my life where my brain is at its peak and my body is a lithe, keen, muscle machine.


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