Dark Times™

Yeah Mrak - obviously I was a fidgety, sweaty mess at the theatre, sitting there watching something intellectual, my Irish machismo that you referred to before being chipped away with every over-exaggerated facial expression from the actORs on stage...
but dont worry, I got blind drunk on whiskey during the interval, abused the people in front of me, sang some IRA songs, and then fought with the bouncers on the way out, ensuring that they were Protestants first, of course.

Ha!

Sounds like a good night.