The Moors Bar is a predictable yet cosy fringe venue, a tiny bar with a massive mirror and a lot of sass. I witnessed an exuberant meeting of old friends, peered through next-door's shop window at tortured glass lighting fixtures and accidentally disturbed a half-naked guy who must get sick of people knocking at his door. All before I even got through the door. Inside, flat caps, fake fur, a lot of beards and a choco…
SOURCE: mytheatremates.com at 04:22PM on August 24, 2015