You might have noticed a slight drop in output recently. There are a few reasons for this:
2. It’s tricky to meet people when you’re chained to your desk.
3. (and this is perhaps the most surprising) My threshold for what is blog-worthy appears to have changed. I have a draft folder full of silly stories about the time Tristan made a heart shape between his fingers at me across the office; or the time Karl suggested accompanying me to an art show only for his enthusiasm to cool when I told him the ticket price; or the time I unexpectedly found myself on a date – my brother‘s.
Tuesday night, I’m sitting in a pub somewhere in the West End with Ryan, Gus and Tristan. We’ve escaped ‘official’ work drinks. That is, I thought we all just happened to be leaving at the same time, but once out on the pavement, Tristan claps his hands together.
‘Now the fun can begin!’
Which means a pub, pints and Ryan asking the group at the neighbouring table if they know any single men he can go out with.
‘And,’ he points at me, ‘do you know any single men Anna can go out with?’
I break off laughing just long enough to request that they be straight.
‘We should make a bet,’ Ryan says en route to the station, ‘to see who can get a date first.’
‘What are we going to bet?’
Ryan is famously tight and I’m not exactly Mother Theresa.