Day 3, Part 2: Frighted with False Fires - Fire in a crowded theatre - or even a sparsely-populated one for that matter - is hardly the sort of thing one likes to encourage. Especially when the theater in question is the Aldergate Playhouse, which is buried deep underground and has a distressingly mobile museum perched on top of it. At least this time it's not *my* life that's in danger. No, just my dignity. Such as it is. There's rather a lot of mustard on these pages; I'm afraid I had my lunch that day with rather more enthusiasm than technique. I plead mitigating circumstances - I was hungry to start with, and that was before an afternoon featuring ancient monoliths, deadly chandeliers, and Baz's awful yellow Reliant Robin. Still ... onwards and upwards, what? Downwards, rather.

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