Day 2 (Zondag - May 2nd 2004)
A trek of undiscovered Nefyn found the fabled Guard Sheep of the Nefyn Dead.
Chilled to the bone we journeyed to the hostel on the hill & indulged
in pleasures of the throat, not sated we left and entered another tavern without
a second thought for our safety.
Returning home again we saw the arrival of Macca; a knave of dubious practices,
Brave Fineogs of the North gathered the walking wounded and bid us play chasing
Ivan, several toasts were imbibed but it turned out to be a loadabolshevics.
All champions were called to the Table of Knowledge where riddles were asked,
The Knight formerly known as MWNB was declared the tournament champion. He
declared an evening of drink, music & karaoke; Linda of Harley drank from
the vessel with the pestle and was possessed by a demon who did verily remove
the hose of Alan de Gutt, who tried to exorcise the demon by rubbing his naked
nether regions over the mouth and nose of the poor demented creature, hoping
the beast was removed he placed a cushion over the poor wretch’s face,
keeping it in place by means of a sofa he had seen Linda of Barker advertise
on the haunted box, it was not in vain for the next day his bottom smelt of
Satan’s breath.
THE END
(..........OR IS IT)