Fat Mac doesn’t get out much. It doesn’t help, as we’ve seen before, that he can’t always remember what day it is, and it also doesn’t help that his ambition is to become a recluse. But I feel it’s important that he doesn’t spend all day, every day, in omphaloskepsis, so I invited him to a book launch last night.
I’d hoped that we could go for a coffee or something to eat after the launch, which was rather ambitious as Mac has often stated that he didn’t enjoy the last meal he ate in a restaurant in the early 1980s and has no intention of eating in one ever again, and of course we ended up in a pub instead – and of course it had to be a pub that he could remember drinking in, in the 1970s.
However, for once, the evening didn’t turn into an open grave, and I truly think that he may be a reformed character.