A video being shown - perhaps on a news programme - of a group of lads travelling down an escalator. Loud and aggressive chanting, Are they going to see a football game?
An interior of a pub - this feels like Brighton - an upstairs and downstairs. I have to leave. Daylight. It transpires that the loud and aggressive men - obviously violent - are some kind of Monty Python hooligans and will be going to see the stage show.
A series of art studios set in a courtyard - moss growing on walls. Am I thinking of hiring one out? Do I already have one?
I realise I have left my sketchbook behind - in the pub where the Monty Python hooligans have gathered to watch the stage show. Fear and uncertainty. Perhaps they will be destroying my sketchbook. I must negotiate with them to get it back. Perhaps they have not found it.
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