They say that you never forget your first love. They, the ones who say that you can't teach an old dog new tricks and that you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. I say that you can't hate someone until you truly hate yourself. I also say that you can easily forget your first love, especially if that event was eclipsed by your very first weekday hangover.
This week I went on a dreadful training course, one I'll forget quicker than what I was supposed to learn. On the first day, I was slightly late. It was a combination of not being able to use the maps on my iPhone properly thanks to Apple's recent updates, and my inability to navigate round buildings that are circular.
The real disappointment is that it's often just one simple step that's overlooked, and that's the ice. You might've seen many bars putting a big focus on their ice- triple frozen, pride of place illuminated blocks glistening like glass, ice blocks cut into diamonds... the bar world has gone ice mad.