The significance of the number three here is paramount.
I'm so sorry to hear you encountered such trouble so soon after our delightful lunch together.
Judging from your description, you had a run-in with chavs. Was any Burberry in evidence?
I, too, like your poem, Miles.
If you go to New York and meet Vaclav, you will not walk down the street wearing a frown. Indeed, I believe you will enjoy his company a great deal.
My family has a saying handed down through the generations: "Better a drunkard than a mime."
Actually, that's a pure fabrication, but it sounds impressive.
Stick to your verses and don't risk bodily harm and social ostracism by miming, not that you were tempted.