Day 7 (Vrijdag - May 7th 2004)
The day started with 2 mysteries: -
Who was the Phantom Fag Flinger?
Where was the Thong of Despair?
Putting these behind us we made our way to Llanberis where we chanted in unison
20 pounds, 20 fxxking pounds toll on the behemoth that transported people
to the land beyond the mist, our band of travelers took refuge on an excursion
around the lakeside in a similar beast that was reasonably priced. We then
toured the village of Llanberis wandering like people with no direction in
life, after stopping for food we said goodbye to Macca the knave & Linda
of Harley as they set forth to an evening of Hedonism (Linda) & quiet
contemplation (Macca), the rest of the group returned to the fortress, in
the knight formerly known as MWNB's, enchanted flying machine, the excess
of the previous night & today transformed us all into tired little bunnies,
we rested and went to local tavern but a thick malodorous fog caused us to
retire to the fortress with stinging eyes. A tournament known as "Spite"
was endured, the knight formerly known, as MWNB was an utter, utter, bastard:
Jane de Vin was not much better. Packing was sorted out for the return to
Wirral.
THE END
(..........OR IS IT)