On a whim, over a Subway, Josh and myself decided last Wednesday lunchtime to travel to his home town of Newbury because he had to pick up a book, and I (apparently) had to sample a highly recommended burger bar that went by the name of “Rio’s”. Classy. So I, obviously having nothing better or more important to do, forked out the necessary £20 train fare to get from here to there (with a brief stopover in Reading to er, “assess” the place) and indulged myself in a town apparently more pretentious and upper upper middle class than Frimley.
Rio’s wasn’t fabulous. Although I think that’s a lot to do with the fact that I didn’t get the “Rio 2000″ which combined 1/2lb of beef and 1/2lb of chicken. However, on a trip to the local (which had no bitter!) Josh and I heard a rather random Dave Matthews Band song (on some kind of playlist streamed from a cable company that provides music to pubs, go figure) and also managed to break the quiz machine by forcing a 404 error on a government website available on the machine, then subsequently managing to load Outlook by randomly clicking on email addresses that appeared. We left soon after.