Should you, in the early hours of the morning, find a terrified, dazed, semi-naked young woman with her legs bound, lying face down in a gutter just outside your house, screaming, “Help me! Where am I? Where am I?”, your first words of consolation should not be, “You’re all right, you’re in Tempeâ€.
One of those “Life: The Forgotten Manual” things.
Gold. Pure Gold.
Champagne comedy