Train drinkers

What fortune. Tonight’s entertainment will be of a different flavour. No amuse bouche I am afraid as we go straight into the starters. The carriage and myself will all be enjoying a charming platter of loud inebriated fops splashed with a dash of drunken self-entitlement. For mains we will be consuming a compulsory helping of 30 year aged West-end estate agent bell end and a large helping of porn fed free-range city cocks. Dessert is yet to arrive but hopefully it will be a double helping of stinky chat followed by a swaying trio urinating in the carriage intersections and tossing Pringles all over the floor. A real treat.