Posted by sean on October 8, 2006 at 8:42 pm in Coffee, Life In Bath with No Comments


After recovering from anger brought upon us both by Donkey Kong Country, Dan and I headed into town for breakfast.

On the way into Bath, we visited the new Argos store as Dan was in desperate need of a new rucksack. His existing one had completely fallen to pieces and the contents of his life were spilling out all over the street. Dan had already chosen which bag he wanted by looking at the website before we left. Things did not go to plan though. When attempting to purchase the said rucksack, Dan learnt, much to his anger that they were sold out. The look of rage on Dan’s face, last seen when playing Donkey Kong returned.


And that’s when Dan went mad

Rucksackless we both continued into town and moved immediately towards a café by the Bath Abbey Square. We had not eaten all day and were both very, very hungry. Considering that the café was in such a prime location and charged such high prices, the food was absolutely terrible. As Dan took a bite into his burger, a waterfall of putrid grease fell onto his plate, befouling his already unappetising chips and side salad. The look of anger returned. My bacon sandwich was not much better, but we both decided not to complain. Every member of staff working at the café looked so depressed that had we showed any form of displeasure towards their cooking, they would have probably killed themselves, us or both.


The most expensive greasy spoon in Bath


I will not be coming back here. Ever


I wonder if the vandalism was caused by non-customers or pissed off diners

We desperately required some form of refreshment to wash down our fetid food so went to meet Simon for a coffee in Starbucks. We sat on the sofas, talking about life and drinking Mocha, fruit smoothies and Earl Gray tea like young, professional yuppie types.

There was also an ulterior motive to our visit. Dan had to dispose of his old, decrepit rucksack. The original plan was to throw it into the River Avon. It was also suggested we leave it on the platform at Bath Spa Station, but thought that was a very bad idea and would end up causing total chaos, a bomb disposal unit and station evacuation.

In the end Dan decided it would be best to leave the bag under a chair in Starbucks. If by a major coincidence a Starbucks employee is reading this blog and has found a rucksack under one of the seats, you do not need to keep it in lost property. Please dispose of it with your weekly rubbish.


Dan! You left your bag!

It was then time for Dan to go back home to London. We made our way to the station, stopping for a brief Slush Puppie, before waving Dan off as his train sped away towards the capital.

The rest of my afternoon was spent with Simon, browsing various clothes shops for a new bag of my own. When I finally found one I liked, we finished the day with a relaxing coffee and juice in a wine bar which used to be R.S.V.P.


A large crowd turned up to wish Dan goodbye.
Note the worried bald man and crying child. We were all very upset to see Dan leave.


As the train sped Dan out of our lives, everything became blurry

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