Tin Shed Theatre Co. were in Bath early last week performing at The Mission Theatre.

The day before we had the opportunity to explore the city (which I've actually done numerous times, but enjoyed every minute yet again) so with a cast of seven three of whom had never been we took a trip to The Pump Room.

The Pump Room is a place where you can drink fresh, warm, natural spring water. A glass of the liquid costs only 50p, has the consistency of milk, tastes like salt-fish and smells like eggy arse guff (super appealing, I know) but apparently it's qualities are medicinal, it's properties healing, and it's mineral content rich... So why not.

When all seven of us where stood around drinking what essentially is sulpher flavoured water, we were joined by a peculiar man. I didn't catch his name, but I've named him Julian. This might change. Hopefully with the input of Julian and the revelation of his actual name.

I spoke to Julian for about 20minutes, and in that short time I formed the opinion that he was not only quite lonely, but absolutley facinating.

It seemed he'd written rehearsed the story of his life and treated it's presentation like a stand up comedy routine...

He told me about how he'd quit work seven years ago after whilst on a plane he suffered a rupture in his spinal column caused by a ropey take off ("which was really quite uplifting") whilst on a flight to Vienna. He slipped into a comma in Birmingham Int Airport and woke up in Liverpool City Hospital over three weeks later. ("It was dead boring... Well not dead, but boring"). He explained that they had to stick an epidermic needle into his lung ("Which left me feeling quite deflated") and how he hadn't worked ever since ("Not work shy, but work terrified"). He explained how residents of Bath get to drink the water for free and usually has two glasses a day. He told me I was very hairsuite and that he'd enjoyed our conversation. Then we had to part ways.

I'm going to go back to Bath when I've got the opportunity to in order to try and meet Julian again. Maybe have a coffee with the guy, perhaps become a pen pal (as I assume he doesn't know what a computer really does).

I don't know what it was about him that facinated me so much, but I feel as bot a seeker of interesting stories, and an experimentalist in how to convey/explore them I would love to meet this man again and learn his real name.

Me and the man from Bath.