A while ago someone suggested “Let’s go out and celebrate my Birthday”. I said “Yeah, why not”. Although I do not drink alcohol, but I do not mind drinking orange juice or pineapple juice in a Pub. This is what I had at “The King’s Arms”, in East London. Drinks flowed freely, although I drank only juice, I saw myself restricted or restrained in my drinking. But for my colleagues it was a different picture this was time according to them to “let their hair down”. Bob a big ginger Irish man was in his full gale, it seems Guinness was a kind of fuel for him. Bob was normally quite but after 2 pints he became a chatterbox. He was a kind of guru in Star Trek, a Trekkie, he loved Voyager (I think he was watching it because of Seven of Nine, unixmatrix zero). Seven Of Nine Jackie was reserved, a kind of ice queen, she was blond and had blue eyes, but after they started her on Bambi, she became less inhibited and seductive. I tried to leave but Harry was constantly pull