The Curve

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 [1] came and sat next to me. He drank half his pint, burped [2] and wished me a good evening, declaring he would see me in the morning at breakfast [3].

Oh, the glamour.

[1] True
[2] Euphamism
[3] Unlikely