Nasty Moments: 2

Not long after I opened my place in Llanrwst, I became aware of a customer who seemed to be spending a long time in the gents’ loo when he should have been eating his main course. One of the people on his table and I decided to see if anything was wrong so we knocked on the door. Ghastly groaning sounds emerged. The man inside managed to open the door and collapsed, ghostly white, on the floor. Oh God, I’ve killed him, was my instant reaction, and indeed he looked like Henry Wallis’s painting of the Death of Chatterton. The poor man couldn’t stand and was clearly in need of some sort of emergency help, so I called the ambulance from Llandudno and he was carried out on a stretcher.