R’s voice from just behind me: “God, I hate Punch and Judy…”
I don’t know what on earth is wrong with the man: what’s not to like about a good, old-fashioned, Punch and Judy? Not one of your mimsy, modern, politically-correct puppet shows, but a full-fat, traditional English one with all the proper spousal and child abuse? He’ll be telling me next that he doesn’t believe in
Luckily, the young person with the teddy bear ears was more interested in crowd reaction than in the violence being perpetrated on the stage in the name of entertainment. And I was more interested in the interaction between him (I think) and (I think) Grandad.