The Dark Ages

Medieval Banquet in Garstang. What a mess. A couple of spotty kids from Oldham Acting College dressed in chainmail made from Dr Pepper ringpulls ripping Iceland chicken wings apart whilst some pisshead played Layla on a lute.

Me and Chuzzleclit were on after the jousting between the chief exec of the recyling plant and one of the knuckledraggers from the plant. Blood everywhere. The exec might lose an eye.

So we came on. Bloody Dark Ages. Bones. Mead (Newcastle Brown Ale with Morrison's Honey). I think a glass of piss. A bit of the exec's eye. What a mess.

It took me an hour on the bus to get the chicken skin out of Martin's inner workings. Nice snack for the journey though. Roll on Christmas.