14:55 Back from town. Only had the one beer. Marble Barley Wine. Nice, but had a bit of a grapefruit flavour. Is that a fault?
14:57 Still early. I choose a light alternative: St. Bernardus Prior. It's good to be home.
I was thinking on the tram about words. Nothing better to do. All the buildings along the Tram 2 route, I've seen a wagillion times before. The restaurant a car drove into. The police station that used to be a horse tram garage. The gangster pub (next door to the copshop, funnily enough).
Proactive. A word that got me sacked. Leverage. Traction. Bullshit words used to impress the gullible. Then there''s the I-word. So obscene, I can't bring myself write it in full.
That's weird. I've moved on to the Fuller's logs from 1914. The first is dated 13th November.