February 8th 2019 Today I drove back from Abingdon at 3am. I’d spent the night being the kind of guy who drinks coffee in a pub at midnight. The barman in the last place even said “really?” to me when I ordered a cappuccino. Yes, really. I’ve got to drive home. Don’t judge me. Really, it was a long way to go to drink a cappuccino made with burned milk, not enough coffee, and too much chocolate powder. But then again, its somehow a very on-brand way for me to spend a Friday night. I was kind of worried about … Continue reading Abingdon