After a late-night discussion on the future of modern literature
in the Cardiff Guildhall Lecture Theatre the veteran poet and playwright
Archie Kensington says that he wants a breath of fresh air
and insists on walking back to his hotel only to find himself
trapped on the street by autograph hunters, convinced that
"he's someone famous off the telly" having noticed he's wearing a shirt and jacket. When the atmosphere turns ugly he's forced to sign their arms in lipstick and share a Bacardi Breezer.