Several of us had arranged a get-together over the Christmas break. It was one of those rare occasions when people are back together more or less in one place including from Australia and USA.
We'd found a pub venue conveniently co-located by a tube station and took the additional precaution of starting the session quite early.
Then to stories and exchanges of information about each others' exploits spanning considerable time periods. Who was in a band? Who was designing theme park rides? Who had somehow acquired holiday property in Malta? Who had a fancy car that had a special button to make it go extra fast? How many of us had spent time living in America? Who had lost a finger in a motorcycle accident? The list goes on...
We'd all known one another very well but had also accumulated the typical 'friendship drift' that occurs, so by no deliberate means we'd all slightly lost track of what each other had been doing.
It's still good though, when people you haven't seen for a while have the same mannerisms and approach along with shared memories and sense of humour.
We drifted from the pub to the nearest and incredibly busy Indian restaurant where we somehow managed to secure a large round table which was soon stacked high with poppadoms, karahis, jalfrezis, bhunas and hot hot garlic chilli curries.
Oh, and naturally some Cobras.
Later still we left the restaurant and headed for another pub.
"You should never go back to the same pub twice in one evening," as we all agreed.