In a Chinese (?) restaurant with a number of other people including Joe Bird. I notice the music they are playing. It is not the usual background restaurant music, but sounds like some kind of very slow Joy Division-esque post punk.
I have some kind of concern financially about buying a round of drinks. I know that Joe has already bought a round. I just need to buy him a drink and that will mean I do not have to buy anyone else a drink. Joeputs a £5 note back in his wallet. This makes me feel that he is doing the same and I feel better.
Talking to a man, slightly sinister, I do not know in waking life.
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