As I opened my eyes this morning to another champagne hangover, I was hit by the sudden realisation that the circle of life (at least in my case) begins in the Light Bar, revolves around the Light Bar and most undoubtedly will one day end in the Light Bar.
Though not the scene of my fondest memories (that would be the nearby Poet), I cannot recall a single occasion where I did not stumble out of this alcohol den having entered whilst the sun had not long disappeared and left with the distant callings of the last Tube train home ringing in my ears. So cheers to Dave, my friend and colleague - and Happy Birthday once again.
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