Brighton Festival: Operation Black Antler, secret location
You've arrived at a party in a pub, tagging along with a guy you just met. You're attempting to catch the barman's eye, while scouting for a friendly face. The band declares that everyone must dance to the next one, and you wish you'd ordered a double. A guy you'd like to speak with keeps walking past, but you can't think of a single opening line. This party is seriously awkward. And that's before you factor in the r…