The bloke and I went out to the theatre tonight to watch some live comedy (Rob Newman; yes yes we are so Radio 4 and also old). We got there a bit early so I could have a glass of wine - my turn for the booze as I'm driving home from the rugby tomorrow night - and it was very quiet.
As we sat enjoying our drinks, a lad entered and uncovered the keyboard on the piano. He started playing, badly. Two of his friends followed. One of them pushed him out of the way and started playing, reasonably well. A few more friends trickled in, teasing him, as he continued to play, much to our amusement.
The theatre manager came over and politely asked to see their tickets to the show, which, being under the age of 35 (and that's me being generous; most of the audience were at least a decade older), they did not have. They left without a fuss.
And that, my friends, is an illustration of a Night Out interrupted by the Yoot in My Town. #cryingwithlaughter