As the mere scribe it is not for meto pass judgement or ascribe values.
All I am tasked to do is to report
what people tell me
as faithfully as possible
that's all.
So on a beautifully clear evening
with a gentle cooling breeze from the East.
The party gathered and set off
apparently in good heart.
For an invigorating wander
around and up to Roos Tor.
And then to the total consternation
of someone unnamed to me.
Some lazy, indolent, bone idle alcoholics decided to head straight for the pub.
Having hardly warmed up let alone had a half decent walk. Just what next?