If you’re a regular reader to this blog it won’t surprise you to discover that I went to the pub tonight. It’s a Wednesday night tradition after all. Some weeks I don’t go, but most weeks I do, to catch up with friends for a chat over a few bevvies.

But tonight it managed to surprise two people at least. First, my friend Sue who called expecting me to be at home. And second, a colleague who came into the pub and almost fell over backwards when he saw me. “Are you here for the Cuban Night?”, he asked me, referring to the music that was playing in the pub’s back-room. “Nah, just beer and a chat”, I told him.