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Kathryn has a new job, so the ladies and I headed out for drinks and a curry to celebrate.
Emilie Ems had the brainwave of booking a cell at the old court house where Oscar Wilde was sent down for going down at a time when such things should only be done with the fairer sex, and so we spent the most part of the evening in the rather strange and clinically clean surroundings of a newly-painted prison cell, complete with bench bed, toilet and heavy iron door.
Needless to say the hilarious people who walked past and kept on making comments about us being in there, and closing the door soon stopped being hilarious at all.
Emilie tries out Oscar’s toilet
You’d not expect to find it where it is, though; it’s hidden away in the back of an otherwise respectable-looking hotel near the palladium and although all the online chatter promises that your wine will arrive in a urinal ice bucket ours appeared in a disappointingly conventional silver bucket on a stand, over the top of which they’d draped a silky red cloth.
Fantastic wine, but
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