Hey shorty…

In celebration of Rex surviving another year on this spinning ex-inferno, we all met after our respective works in the “cultural” centre of Stratford… stop laughing.

First time in the Theatre Royal bar, and it was jolly good, even if they did serve Caribbean food, which sometimes hurts our souls, it was actually extremely good. there was a guy playing various jazzy and poppy tunes on the piano to largish crowd. We even got him to play happy birthday to Rex, which was humourous as he had to wait for him to come out the toilet, resulting in everyone staring at Rex. He also thought it was his 21st birthday for some unknown reason.


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