Sometimes when you’re trying to work and your upstairs flatmate is noisily hoovering and your landlord is doing… SOMETHING to the front door, it’s better to just cut your losses and go to the pub. It’s quite liberating. Strangely productive too as you don’t have any other distractions around you. Once worked from the pub and pencilled two full pages in virtually no time at all!
Anyways I don’t live there anymore