Hit my local on Friday as usual and ended up sitting between the pistol=packing young lady, Jacqueline, that I had met last week at the SuperBowl party and a very friendly, more mature black lady, Chloe (I think).  She lives just behind us and was, in particular, a knowledgeable and forthright defender of American Football, in response to my diplomatic attempts to persuade her that, whilst a good sport it might be, it suffered in comparison to rugby, for all the reasons that any reader of this blog is likely to know.  Still, a pleasant enough evening again, although I did not stay to the bitter end (last orders at midnight) but took a bottle of wine home to share with Anne.  Not sure that I will do that again - at $40 a bottle, even more expensive than the wine I used to get as a takeout at the Old Vic in Oxshott!