York Vapnartak 2019

[Peeler]

I'm on me way soon.

Pickled eggs always make me fart like a machine. Loud sulphurous ones.

Yep, I have that problem too.

[Count Belisarius]

With or without the eggs...

[Norman D. Landings]

In fairness, he was attacking every fecker.
Launching himself out from under the cafe table like an adorable torpedo at anyone passing, before being brought up short by his leash. Bolshie little Kraut git.

In other news, the hotel just tried to give Peeler and I a double room.

What goes in York...

[Jeremy]

So were you Mrs Peeler, or was he Mrs Landings?

[Norman D. Landings]

Jesus Jones, perish the thought.

I’m back in the Shambles Tavern doing taster trays of ale. S’nice.

[Norman D. Landings]

I have done the rounds of York’s hostelries and given the pro-Palestinian activists the benefit of my viewpoint. I have also stroked many dogs.
Not the dachshund though. He’s a killer.
Apparently Peeler & EB are looking for me. It’s not that I’m averse to being found as such. It’s more that I get bored after one drink and move on.

[BaronVonWreckedoften]

So were you Mrs Peeler, or was he Mrs Landings?

I think they take turns being Mr and Mrs Hoover.

But you didn't hear that from me........

[Norman D. Landings]

EB and Peeler have located me. There seems to be some degree of concern re. the state I am in.

[Jeremy]

Run Forest! Run! Before Peeler gets the truncheon out!

[Peeler]

Norman peaked early and has gone to bed. Myself & EB are feeding and beering. I think Norman will still be fast asleep when I get back.

To our shared room.

Muwawawawawaha. And so on.