Reading at the pub

Reading at the pub
Wish I Was Here, by M. John Harrison. An almost empty glass of Czech pilsner.

I get most of my reading done at the pub, on the bus, sometimes in bed but not very often, almost never in my reading chair, sometimes I can sit in my office chair with the seat almost to the ground and blast through three comics TPB’s in one sitting.

This café, though, is probably my favorite. It is always busy, they play shit music, the chairs are uncomfortable, always full of tourists and students, and yet I think it's such a good environment to get some reading done. Not even my actual local has this. Sure, I can go there any day, read a book, have a pint and some free crisps, the seating is nicer and the music is better, but somehow it doesn't do it for me like this place does. Can not and will not elaborate further.

Kopps, I fecking love ye.

Tobias

I like beer and comics and video games and Warhammer and death metal and books and cats and dogs. The card in the window says Open but the door is closed.
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