The heavens are conspiring to drive me to drink, seriously. It's currently lamping down with rain whilst I stare disconsolately out of the window of the train. Once I get to my stop I have a twenty minute walk home, in this weather. Or I could go to the pub across the road from the station, about two hundred yards and wait for the rain to stop...
If rain forces you into shelter and that shelter just so happens to serve alcohol it's technically not your fault when you have a drink right? Right...?!
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