Late night improv

Matt, Mike, Phil & I return from a great meal at the Tanjore. We're drinking 20ml bottles of whisky - gifts from the conference organisers - in the "gallery" at Salisbury Green. Our peers from the conference pass through on their way to bed and there is much merriment.

At one point, Chris Matts arrived and then heads off to the toilet. Channelling our inner 4-year old, we decide to hide. Mike & I pretend to be lamps. We got bored long before Chris returned. Such is life.