Hordes of teEnage girls abound, aroused by premature Harry Potter viewings.
And so the lights go down... and....
Cough! Splutter! Beurgh! Cough! A cacophony of coughings begin.
And the show begins... a silence... and then... every pause or lighs go down...
Cough! Splutter! Beurgh! Cough! A cacophony of coughings begin!
Seems to be Plague and Lepers night out tonight!
Well, that would explain the shitting of pants, for it certainly wasn't down to any form of scary event perfomed on-stage. There seemed to be a lot of "ooooh", "aaaah", "aaaarrrggh" and "shriek!" going on, when nothing much happened.
Oh well, at least we got ice-creams at the interval.
Apart from my companions.
They got a tart.
That tart was Xym.
Apparently, getting Ice-Creams from the Serving Wench who is a Bit Of A Babe rather than the Miserable Old Trout makes me such a tart!
Ooooh, get Xym!
He's such a tart1!
1 IN HONOUR OF THIS, I TRIED TO CHANGE ME NAME OF FACEBOOK. BUT, AS EVER, FACEBOOK IS BEING A CUNTY TIT.
XYMON SUCH A TART OWAIN IS TOO LONG
XYMON SUCH-A-TART OWAIN CONTAINS INVALID SYMBOLS
XYMON SUCHATART OWAIN HAS TOO MANY CAPITALS
OH, FUCK IT!
