Boats

5.45pm, The Bridge - The other members of creative writing society argue about films they have never seen and books they have never read. I ignore them and frantically tap out words about fog into my Psion.

6.10pm, The Stag's Head - obandsoller and I have retired to the union bar. I am sipping a rum and Diet Coke, when obandsoller points out the two people who are walking around in a rubber dinghy.

Soon, there is a guy dressed as a submarine ordering a drink at the bar and in the far corner of the room, there's someone dressed as a sailboat. Then more people dressed as boats appear and I wonder if the pub is pretending to be a dock.