We sat in the devil's parlour at the Briton's Protection. The room filled up with wrinklies, and then a guided pub tour started around us. We were naughty kids, snogging and sniggering in the corner as the guide rambled on, and I think he was glad to see the back of us. On to Croma, pizza - haddock for sir, chorizo for madam - and then we huddled under the umbrella. It was raining so hard, so agressively, as if the sky was furious. We embraced underneath my umbrella, just outside the Town Hall Tavern, as the water poured down around us. It was a beautiful moment.
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