Not for the squeamish

Jesus, that's not something one might forget anytime soon. Despite knowing full well whom the director was, I went into this armed with a cup of hot tea and a buttered scone. Bad move. I had to abandon them only a few minutes in.

Also, the workers' rendition of Trenet's celebrated 'La Mer' (a song I have listened to thousands of times since first hearing so many year ago, and have always associated with perfect calm) to the tune of unabashed slaughter will forever remain in my mind.

Powerful stuff.

I can't see how i could not be a vegetarian now. Dear god. Beans and eggs it is, then.