Or was it just drowned out by the raucous laughter and heated debate amidst the free thinkers and dissidents spilling out of your four walls?
Are we in Dalston or Islington? Or are we in fact in 18th century France- imbibing heady absinth fumes and discussing The Natural Law over 3-course gastro pub perfection?!
Afterwards we could head down the road to Superstore or Alibi? But then I don’t know about you... I’m a little full from that cheese platter and that shiraz has sent me to sleep. Guess I dressed up in full military regalia for nothing…
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