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Walking along the banks of river Thames in central London, seeing the ever changing skyline fly by, discovering quirks along the way and discussing this and that. This is a routine for us.

My good friend M. and I have met at work at some stage of our careers. Doesn’t really matter at which corporate where-ness and when. Let’s just say we connected, kindred spirits and such had recognised each other. And though moving on and quitting jobs and changing our respective lives, we stayed in contact. And we have become accustomed to meeting up on a fortnight, sometimes only monthly. And we walk. And we chat.

During one of those talking walks, my friend told me a story I found hilarious.