I wandered from the train station looking for a place to eat a quick dinner and settled on the HogsHead--a chain restaurant/pub. On the patio here I met a bitter man in his early fifties, denied the opportunity of a university education by his father's untimely death and denied a fun evening by his friends who wouldn't come out to drink with him tonight. So he chatted with me about the history of Nottingham, it's buildings and architecture, food, the difference between a real university and a technical school adopting the name, how there was nothing in America he wanted to see, save maybe New York and Chicago for the architecture and how, unfortunately, he worked for the Americans around the corner at Capital One and it made him miserable. His father had emigrated to the United States after WWI, worked on some of the art deco buildings and returned to England unhappy with life in America. He was interesting and I'd have stayed longer but I had a train to catch. He wouldn't let me take his photo. I tried.