Ian Smith

There's one woman about here.

She's instinctively picked up her own roast dinner, put it above her head like a shield.

There's hot gravy coming down her arms.

She's just taking the burn.

There's another man quite far on this side.

He's dealt with it very well.

He's just picked up his dinner and he's gone into his car in the car park and he's just eating his roast dinner off the dashboard, watching the entire thing unfold like he's at a drive-through cinema screening of it.

The landlord of the pub runs past him.

This guy, he looks agitated.

He's angry and he says four words which tell you so much about this man's past, his present and his future.

He just goes, Jesus Christ!

And we follow this poor man's eyeline to the roof of his own pub where we can see a bird's nest that I would describe as 80% cutlery.

Now, as I come towards moving house, one of my big stresses about it is that your friendship groups get spread around.

You know, it gets harder to keep in touch with people that make you happy.

Or is this just me?

Am I bad at maintaining friendships as I get bogged down with the stresses of adult life?

What can I do to improve?

I decided to tackle these big questions with my friend Stuart Laws.

But I wanted to do something fun.

Because as you get older, all you ever do is go for a coffee.