It seems along time since you were stepping off that train this morning, that’s for sure.
Although the night is still young, a few people around you are flagging. There are people out in The Hop courtyard weighing up there options. As you stand looking at the people still flowing out of the main door, a group to your right have made the decision to head off to the aftershow, and down their pints of Yorkshire Blonde in a singular, swift action. You’d like to join them, you don’t want this to end yet.
If you have any money left you can:
If you don’t you can: