I went there when i was a Babba.
I went into this tiny little pub. Where the back room opened out into this huge elaborate hall and there was a man with a black stallion horse in the back. He didn’t speak a word of english, whispered to the horse and it knelt down…..
A drunk man called Keith also drove us up a volcano.
There were lots of bananas too… I think I’d rather go a few other places. Maybe I’ll just walk up Snowdonia or something and then pig out when i get to the top. Its just i know I’ll get Baked and be like ” oh i can’t be arsed anymore!” Half way up.
