Louise and I are watching a pompous high brow performance in the Albert Hall. My heart sinks as the performer wandering through the audience makes a beeline for us. It is actually not too uncomfortable. He sets our table like he is preparing a sumptuous meal. As the show progresses I become more engrossed in its content. What I had originally thought was impenetrable fantasy I realise is a factual account of slave trading.
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