The Short Changed Gang

An afternoon meeting with the scallywags up at Holyrood 9A. The three foremost really got stuck into those rounds (and food of course) at a frightening rate but I had to ration myself, having an evening event to attend. I sipped away and nursed my pint and second pint but then the rascals bought me a pint from their tab. And just as I was about to go, another! What’s a poor boy to do?
I mean, I only had a fiver, but luckily they were only too willing to sub me as I legged it to the door.
So, later, hair all combed, to the Traverse to see Mouthpiece - without doubt the best thing I’d seen there this year. That thing where suddenly the play becomes a play in itself and one of the actors steps outside it. Yes! And then the author’s script, illuminated on the back of the stage was subverted by one of the actors railing against it. Raging against his own pre-ordained fate. Wonderful inventive stuff - and hard hitting too. Yowza!