Working in Theatre

1am. Soho. Not yet ready to call it a night. We wander in search of another bar. Here’s one. As we look around it’s a case of… ‘shit, there’s a lot of girls with shaved heads who look like blokes. And the balls that guy is scratching… they’re not his. Oh, I’m at a gay bar, again’.

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