So, at Purely Poetry last night, after we started, I noticed a few latecomers arrive and not pay at reception. After the first speaker, I welcomed them with a friendly reminder to pay at the front desk. Two went and paid. A group of four without tickets decided to walk out. Well, excuse me that we ask you to depart with your hard earnt cash to support the daily operations of the fine and upstanding arts centre that is the Crescent! "What, pay for poetry? Fuck that!" Well thank you. F**k you. Bye!