You were Paul's friend, a person he hung out with between recordings, at weekends (when he had time), and all that jazz.

This week you had asked him if he'd like to come with to a bar this weekend, and lo and behold... He agreed! He could never turn down a drink.

So now it was Saturday, and the two of you were sitting in a bar — neither of you had the intention of getting wasted, it was more like a talk and have a drink thing.

Paul had gotten a lemonade, along with some crisps for good measure, "So, how are you? Anything new happen?" He asked, popping a crisp in his mouth.