That said, nowhere can be really scary at 11 in the morning, and the presence of daylight certainly made for a more pleasant environment. We all overcame the problem of the "difficult first pint" by not having a pint. The two Als unwisely opted for Bloody Marys, which by all accounts were utterly standard; while the three men in the group had some sort of ice-style bottled beers. The barman suddenly became very surly when Alex requested more Worcestershire sauce, bringing to mind a scene from Oliver Twist, so it seemed wise to move outside, where we mingled inconspicuously with passers-by who had just stepped off the 11.17 arrival from Wakefield Westgate.
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Thankfully, our disorganised tardiness meant that we didn't have much time to hang around – although still slightly hot and bothered after the rush from Euston, we had a tight schedule and we had to get to Angel fast. So we put Cooper's behind us and scurried back into the tube (remembering not to sit down, of course, as decreed in the L2K rules).
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