After my interview, it was getting pretty late, I texted my friend to say I’m on the way back into central London and asked him for where he is so I can get the right tube.
The last message I got from him before my mobile phone died – the battery gave up after a whole day of texting my mum to relay progress on the trains and for her to phone my interviewer of the delays and getting feedback – “I’m in a pub in Liverpool St – text me when you get to Liverpool St”.
How many pubs are there in the Liverpool Street area (not necessarily that street) – answers on a postcard please.
I did manage to meet up with my friend, after standing at one of the entrances of Liverpool Street tube station for longer than I care to remember, with untold offers of free newspapers.
I returned to Newcastle, rather sober, as there was so little time before my train was due to leave, and in my house at 2am, with a reheated Chinese takeaway (house special curry with egg fried rice and chips) as I did not have anything to eat since I left Holland the night before.
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