Europe
Chris had arranged for me to stay that night with his friend, Paul, in Maidstone, not far from London. Paul’s younger sister was a colleague of Chris’s. Chris had called Paul a day or two earlier to say I was coming and Paul had agreed to look after me. I was very grateful. He took me to a pub where we drank local Suffolk ale. The beer was pumped up by hand rather than by gas, which made the ale that much smoother. Much like Guinness. For dinner we had English steaks that must have weighed about six hundred grams each but we didn’t worry about mad cow disease. (from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
