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A night at the theatre

I was in London on leave and went to the theatre. Halfway through the first act, we heard the unmistakable noise of a 鈥渄oodle-bug鈥� in the last throes of its life. It sounded like a malfunctioning motor bike engine about to give up the ghost. The whole audience instinctively sank lower and lower into their seats as it approached. The actors, to their great credit, continued saying their lines, while clearly listening to this noise. AS it happened this flying bomb struggled on past us and no doubt landed on some other unfortunates further on. In this theatre we all breathed a sigh of relief, and the play went on.

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