Three the magic number in run-in

COME on, then, ye Red proletarians: “put down your (Bavarian) beer and collect your (duty-free) fags/there’s a row going on, down near…” well, nowhere near Slough, actually: but in any event, Munich must be banished from the mind as soon as we touch down today.

Swanky Southern rich-boys will be arriving in a strange town, and need to be drummed out of it.

That’s Entertainment!