To any headline that starts IS and ends with a question the answer is almost certainly NO.
Poetry at the Crown & Sceptre last night, a few open micers, some hits and misses, then mighty Jonny Fluffypunk. Have you not seen him before? I hadn't. I laughed! He set the table on a roar.
And the Crown and Sceptre, a good, proper pub is his local. Stroud rises in my estimation.
After the show I made my way down to the taxi rank through dry passage of quiet streets, found two lads vomiting copiously, gloriously in a sorrowful clutch and, as they were bundled off to who knows where, had a nice chat with the girl who'd been serving them vile concoctions, with mild concern and regret. And to finish, on the drive home I was put right on Sadaam Hussein's record of domestic social responsibility. Oh. And the evening kicked off with tapas at the Galgoslatino. I must get out more.
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