Back to the scene of the crime
On Saturday, C and I met Jack at The Troubadour for breakfast. Jack had a few of his mates there who happen to be young and single.
The conversation mostly turned on pub crawls, chasing girls and sleeping late- all things that C needs to learn at some point.
I had very little to contribute, of course. But it did work for C- we caught him waving to a French girl his age later on.
I say "back to the scene of the crime" because Jack and I met at Troubes the night C was born to wet his head.
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