Take 5

“You need an enabler and a trigger. You’re in a pool of white light, now orange, now white. I’ve been in one of your sessions Stewie!” When you overhear conversations like this in the pub, you know it’s time to go home. If you’re the person saying it, it’s time to consider some kind of therapy. After missing the Christmas lights switch-on completely (something I miss every year), I ate a dinner of four olives and headed through Tombland to Take 5 for a couple. While there, outside having a sneaky fag break, I bumped into Jay and Smiley on their way to see Evil Scarecrow at the Waterfront. Norwich is a small world but I like it. My pint tonight was served by the world’s happiest barman (even when asking us to leave for the third time at midnight). Winter Ash was a deep ruby ale, with more than a slight burnt taste to it. Ideal for a chilly night in a pub with a working fireplace, but a little too heavy for my delicate palette to drink all night. Still, being a Grain beer it was a local brew which always gets my vote. We chose seats by the window and I tried to listen to my friend describe the finer points of Nitzer Ebb, as compared to my faves NIN, but I was distracted by the neighbouring conversation again. “After vomiting for four hours and tripping wildly, your spirit snimal is now a snow leopard.” This, I thought, is a man that has either had too much, or decidedly not enough.