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Although my birthday's actually today, I'm having drinks on Friday. At The Angel, in, erm, Angel, opposite, erm Angel tube station.
It's kind of a sucky pub, being a Wetherspoon's and all, but having lost my phone down Jack the Bodiless' toilet and therefore being unable to phone many people, I decided on the place with the eaiest directions so it could Chinese-Whisper its way through people.
I'll be there from about 6, if anyone fancies joining me. |
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