Hmm, Northampton, it’s an interesting place.
In the 30 or so yards between the cinema, where I’d caught a late film, and the hotel I was amazed by the number of “surprises” that awaited me.
It was a positive obstacle course of what the papers might describe as “broken binge-drinking Britain”.
Firstly were the pools of previously digested alcohol and curry (x3)
Second were the three police vans screaming past towards the centre of town at full speed
Third was the couple “enjoying each other’s company” in the shop doorway opposite the hotel entrance.
The only thing that stopped it from being the full house was there was no sign of a lady screaming after a man “leave it xxxx, he’s not worth it!”.
Then again, that had probably happened immediately before I checked into the hotel.