You’ll have to watch where you tread in here today; the floor might prove to be a touch unsteady. I’ve been busy trying to sweep Tuesday’s Cup exit under the carpet, you see, along with the
resultant bottle caps the affair spawned and those unrelenting letters from O...
Good evening from ringside.
Well, bar-side, I suppose, really. There’s no escaping the facts. But hey, open a window or two, fizz a bit of brass polish about the place and you’d be forgiven for thinking the Theatre
of Dreams had stumbled on...