Though I got here totally knacked after a full 9-5 and runthro for Tromolo (not to mention a car breakdown and lack of proper dinner), there's nothing that a chocolate able and a pint of cider can't fix. I'm now feeling very mellow watching the winding down part of the show (upstairs neighbours prevent too much late night glam banging) and up now is the chilled out performance poet Aidan McEoin.
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