I’ve been having a pretty good 24 hours right now, since work ended things actually got a lot better. But it has been a sad note, a good friend and work colleague, Mr Paul C has finally headed out the door for the last time to go to the world of contract killing.

I never figured him as the violent type, seeking to kill for those would pay the top pounds and feeling no remorse but these days it’s a growing industry, with Bounty Hunters roaming the globe making sure various individuals breathe no more.

He will be going after one person after it was made apparent a certain someone wanted him taken care off but with no noise about it. Osuna del Lad-mag or someone like that…I’ll remember the name sooner or later.

But before he ran off into the sunset, sniper rifle in tow, the last couple of days have been very sad. Thursday, the day that I wasn’t in, deciding instead to stay in bed and dream of England, everyone wore pink shirts in honour of his dress sense. Not sure about the hats with the tiara, I gave that to someone else as it suited him much more.

And after a particularly bad day, the pub beckoned.

There we talk endless rubbish, saw many people who I hadn’t seen in 20 minutes and was confusing people with choices of beverages. I wanted tea dammit, and I didn’t get how Nigel was feeling bad at ordering a cup of tea at the bar while everyone had Guinness , and very other drinks of different colours.

The question of marriage came up and what was the point? It appears that after getting married, unless you have sorted out all the niggles beforehand, you are doomed to having no time to yourself and doing what the wife says only.

Interesting.

There was a star of the evening which should be mentioned, please look at the photo below.

You will notice two gentleman. The man in the pink shirt is Mr Paul C, trained killer. The other is an old Scottish man who thinks all midlanders are (insert something appropriate here) and wanted to talk about football to Paul who cares nothing for such trivial games, preferring instead the hunt. Man and Beast in perfect harmony.

I aided two people’s escape from this man, thus earning social status as go-to guy. It was a great time for me. The other was a certain woman who looked absolutely frightened silly and well it was either talk to me or him. Tough choice.

I did pick up a couple of friends from a nearby building and dropped them off at the pub as they had spent the day at the Food & Drink show at the NEC, having seen Gordon Ramsey put down some fat man who wanted to dance and show off his many folds to the crowd. Adrian showed us some of the pictures from the day, and then the random conversation continued till I questioned Dave if he was an erotic adventurer.

It was past my time so had to say goodbye, shook a few hands, kissed a few others, and hugged a man on purpose. Nice.

Then it was to another pub for the second of the evening’s leaving doos. Someone else had ran away too, Mr Kelvin S. He was off to fix things somewhere else, and fair play all the best. Cue more rubbish talk, another J2O and then back in the car heading to the lady friend. All in all, a busy evening.