It was folk night

It was folk night at The Red Lion. This evenings compere was an imposing young man, who was almost as tall as myself! His name was Dan, and he sang a Richard Thompson song, which immortalised my Vincent 1953! There was a magnificent fire burning in the hearth, and the ale was flowing! Well actually it was being drawn through strange pump things into glasses of a precise measure. The coffee was incredibly frothy, and the food was plentiful. A pleasant evening was had by all.

The following morning I awoke with....

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