So we were sat in Malt on Sunday night having a quiet pint. Or six. About 9 o’clock a whole bunch of theatrical types (talking VERY LOUDLY) busted in at once and started drinking. Next thing a (very drunk) man and woman came and sat right down at our table and said “How did you guys go?”.
Turns out these guys had just wrapped up working on the 48 Hours film making competition.
“Ah, we’re just here for a drink, we didn’t do the competition”.
“Oh, you’re normos”.