In the cool of the pub

Sometimes the only place that seemd tolerable was a pub, so I spent time working in those fine places sipping Heinekens and sketching out my ideas on paper napkins. Sometimes I'd lose interest in thermodynamics -- I did poorly in it at college --and then I'd draw little pictures of the action around me, older guys like myself thinking and drinking or watching TV with their bored girlfriends picking at the fahlang food or patiently waiting, like rice farmers waiting for the rains.
















I noticed that many of these girls had remarkably large hands.