I was dragging my kids around pubs before they could walk and were able to run away. Something Andrew frequently did when I was trying to enjoy a beer in Caf Belgique. Alexei was less mobile, probably on account of the La Chouffe he nicked from my glass. The roles are now a little reversed. Andrew never runs away from a pub. Like his Dad, he's more likely to be running towards it. Especially if closing time is approaching. Alexei is more equivocal...
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