We accidentally got the best table in the house, which was in a bay window at the front of the restaurant. Our seats ended up being a grandstand for the main event, which turned out to be about an hour long street brawl by a load of drunken Canterbury youths. At one point two sisters (they looked very similar), were going at each other hammer and tongs, using their shoes as weapons. I wanted to take photographs but I was asked not to do that by my more nervous companions, who feared it might lead to some missile directed at us, coming through the window.