Friday Afternoon

There's a delicious taste to the usually polluted london air; in
winter - bangers &; mash and beer; In summer, barbeques and
margheritas.

I can practically feel the rumble of beer barrels being dragged up from
cellars into the back of the pubs in preperatation for the onslaught of
escaping professionals eager to drown themselves in alcohol.

The smokers have already had their last cigarette of the working day
and are eagerly awaiting their next in conjunction with 'a pint of your
cheapest lager thanks darlin'.

Our company sound system kicks into action playing crayzee cheesey
eighties classics...

Its almost magic.