Freaks and weirdo's

So, I felt like death all day. Not because I drunk too much last night. Although I certainly did. But because in amongst the nectar that is Hobsons best there were a couple of very nasty chemical beers in the theatre bar. I think its safe to say that my employer did not get their moneys worth today. I decided that I would forgo alcohol for a couple of days and dry out. However, after an hour of searching for my car keys this morning I realized that they were in my coat, which was still hanging in the Crown. So I had to go back tonight.

And its the bi-annual beer festival. The pub is crowded with freaks and wierdo's. I mean, different freaks and weirdo's from usual. and more. Many more. Still, I forced myself to the bar and supped an ale or two. As always the Crown is a learning experience. I learnt that some of weirdy beardy Howards scrap metal and leather fetish friends have taken to perusing this site. welcome all. I learn that councilor Norris is opening a gambling den and gay lap dancing club somewhere in the vicinity soon. I learn something instantly forgettable about bus routes from mad H. And on the way home I reminded myself why you should not eat kebabs sober.

So. I'm posting a picture of my gonk knife for no good reason. ok?