Can't say I'm really dragged in to see a play that's described as gleefully gruesome. So, I went to the pub instead. Where I watched a fight on the street. And then I came back to the hotel for a bit of quiet time in the bar. At which point the most pissed man in the whole wide world  came and sat next to me. He drank half his pint, burped  and wished me a good evening, declaring he would see me in the morning at breakfast .
Oh, the glamour.