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[skepticaemia]

There are occasionally times when a performance causes a fellow to simply stare in shock and awe at the sheer spectacle of utter incompetence he has been blessed (cursed? blessed.) to witness. In my brief experience running the pub, I can thankfully say that there has been no more than three such travesties. Tonight was alas the fourth

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[domita_draconis]

Christ, didn't the name give you any warning?

...so, where's this pub anyway? It does not appear to be in my vast mental repositry of pubs all around Europe, and I'm sulky now.

See me pout? This is the pout of Lack of Beer.

[skepticaemia]

It's a half-decent location, happily. About three streets down from Gringotts. You really can't miss it.

Beer is one thing I feel I can endorse without qualification. Would that my performers were the same.