Picture it if you will: as I came in yesterday evening at about 7.30, Gareth was serving, and (with various degrees of separation between them) Rebecca, Sean, my brother, Daryl, Adam and Graeme were sat along the bar.
And they were all arguing about triangular shaped food.
In fact they weren’t arguing, they were debating in great depth (with the aid of actual diagrams) the merits of triangular shaped food.
And the thing is…
The thing is.
This seemed perfectly normal to me.
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