It’s hard to believe it’s already been a year since Nick last moved house, but it actually has, and in true Nick fashion, he held a house-cooling party tonight, on the eve of the day he will be once again relocating. This time however, he’s a little more organised about his move, having already done much of his packing, and having already moved a few of his larger items out. Impressive!
Anyway, his party tonight was a little more laid back than his last one, which suited me just fine. We decided to bail “early” to try and catch the last tube home; I’m not sure if the tube we ended up on was technically the last, but it can’t have been too far off. After a very cold and unpleasant 18 minute wait for a train at Vauxhall, we finally made it to Putney around 12:30 AM.
Walking along the high road, we noticed a gang of youths hanging around our local McDonalds. “Knock-knock!”, one of them shouted at us. We gave him a bit of a confused look, but we didn’t say anything. So he tried again. “Knock-knock… anyone?”
I took the bait.
The kid laughed. I smirked. I have to admit, it was actually pretty funny.