The end of an era: the Republic Bier Halle West closed last night. It was nice pub, near my house and had a great pub quiz hosted by a good pal on a Sunday night.

We had a good send off including a guy running up and down Great Western Road naked to win Rangers tickets and the whole place having a shot in place of anyone winning the £50 prize.

Plenty of good times in here. I’m sad to see it go.

The last round:

It’s a twofur! Closed doors and stacked chairs:

Bye bye Bier Halle West, we hardly knew ye.

…but I only managed 27 days. How embarrassing.

The pause in my project was not, however, due to laziness, for once. I shan’t go into details here, but needless to say, something that seems very innocent in the eyes of one person is apparently the root of all evil in the eyes of another.

So consider today day 28 of the project. This is the poor Bonsai tree I killed during my absence: