How far?!
I'm somewhat lost. Instead of heading back on the boat I decided to tackle the route by road. I am currently situated in a farmstead in Glantwymyn, Mid-Wales. I'm fucked if I know how I'm to get back to the island. I've had an operation to remove a faulty kidney since my last chance-posting, and now I'm somewhere between convalescence and confusion.
Father Gibbon is purportedly in the north of England somewhere, whilst Father Bradley hasn't been spotted in a fair old while. Probably the best thing to do in these circumstances is test my drinking ability on one kidney less than the full complement.
The Bishop was banged-up in Cardiff for molesting a policewoman.
I'm going to the pub.
Father Gibbon is purportedly in the north of England somewhere, whilst Father Bradley hasn't been spotted in a fair old while. Probably the best thing to do in these circumstances is test my drinking ability on one kidney less than the full complement.
The Bishop was banged-up in Cardiff for molesting a policewoman.
I'm going to the pub.
posted by reverend at 6:12 pm
2 Comments:
Lovely up north. Father Bradley has been spotted chatting up German /Welsh girls! Dirty fecker. Bet he has soiled his cassock! Don't think I will return niether. Found real ale and some fine German beer, not to mention a damn fine lady also!
That's all right fella, as long as you pay your rent! Hoho!
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