This is a very quick blog, mainly because I want to get it uploaded before midnight in order to continue the recent tradition of blogging daily. :o)

Tonight I went out on a social night with work colleagues to The Raven pub in town, a place I have never been to before but think I will certainly go to again. The atmosphere is nothing special, neither is the building work or choice of drinks. What The Raven pub can pride itself in is its selection and quality of pies.

Think about the best pie you have ever tasted and then think of it being even better, they are just beautiful. I am sure I can persuade my friend Mr. Watkins, the South West’s chief connoisseur of everything pie to go with me.

After munching on all our pies we all headed off to another pub where we just sat and talked long until the evening about work, football and whatever else people discuss in pubs. I made an escape around 11.30ish to find a taxi. Not having any transport or wanting to walk back home alone for fear of being arse raped meant that I had to be driven.

When I go to town on a night out I normally order a taxi. This evening, not knowing when I would want to leave and also not having the certain danger of a drunken and abusive Mr. White I decided against it. Ordering a taxi at 23:34 on a Friday night is just pointless, especially after a music event which made the streets of Bath even busier.

I joined a massive queue of drunken people all using the taxi rank barriers and each other to keep themselves from falling over and smashing their heads on the pavement. I had only drunk a small amount (I rarely drink in excess – honest!) so was able to observe their strange behaviour like Louis Theroux in one of his documentaries nd when a bunch of lager filled louts came stumbling by shouting and singing I wasn’t scared at all…

OK… I’ve finished this blog and it’s 00:16. I’m putting down the blog time of 23:56 though. Let the daily blogs continue!