

Soho, New York
Well happy hour sort of never really happened. . . I met up with Sue and then Dave a little later. . . We had some beers, listened to some music, played some pool and then made sure Sue got home safe before heading back down town. . .
Now Dave had somehow got his finger infected several days earlier and after leaving it (like blokes do) it got worse. . . To the point at which the infection was running up his arm. Clearly we were concerned, however Dave said, no,...