Chapter 5Martin
That had been unexpected, Martin thought to himself on Saturday morning. He didn’t usually spend all evening in the pub after orchestra. Nan and Julie and their crew could drink him under the table and leave him there while they laughed at him, so he most often had a single pint and came home.
Gethin had been an entertaining companion though; and not one who’s aim for the evening seemed to be to drink himself insensible. They’d eked out a couple of pints, indulged in a shot of single malt at last orders and chatted like it was going out of fashion. They’d covered everything from the prospect of the orchestra ever managing a public performance of anything, ever; to a discussion about the comparative merits of the original and new Star Wars movies; detoured to a bit of chat
