I wanted to be social last night,
I just wasn't in the mood.

Rob's band were OK, albeit slightly irrelevant
in that Dinosaur-Jr-Slint-in-2009 kind of way.
One drink, �3.50, and a little chat later,
and I was on my way out.

I hated walking home, past the drunks and sluts,
pubs and bars spilling over with people.

I just wanted to open a bottle of wine
in the comfort of my own space
and sit quietly with the windows open.