Rarely does a Monday night at the Beercart pass by without someone leaning against the wall opposite crying, whilst their girlfriend/boyfriend/friend/arch-nemesis shouts at them about how they shagged/had a fight with/badly treated/were seen talking to their girlfriend/boyfriend/friend/arch-nemesis/dad.
I know I'm not alone in getting some perverse enjoyment out of watching these scenes, so I created a place to document them.
Probably best not to name names while posting.
*Now incorporating HADES, which occurs monthly on Sundays. See the Canterbury_goth community for more info. I'm sure them gofficks'll get dramatic on our asses.*