JB, AL and I were off to the pantomime in Catford. We took in a pre-show drink in the beautiful red velvet bar. It all seemed odd. The show was meant to start 30 minutes ago, and where were the screaming children? Instead the bar was full of German football tourists, one of them wearing a silver sequinned shirt with his football scarf. JB was half-heartedly playing the fruit machine, ice clinking in her drink. I wasn’t paying much attention and was shocked with the manageress came to us stating “There isn’t enough money in Catford to pay your prize”.

At that point the principal boy began to sing on stage.