Pubic Hair And Underpant Fluff

Wolfie, Taneli, Patter and I found ourselves at the Bradford Real Ale and Perry Festival at the delightfully Victorian and quaint district of Saltaire this evening. Wolfie and I arrived late (thank you Worst Bus) and although Patter had convinced us not to bother coming down as all the tickets had been sold, we somehow managed to get into the festival. I think they had found some of the 2010 glasses stored away somewhere.

It was a pleasant evening aside from the fat beardy man dancing on stage in just his socks. Did I say dancing? I meant wobbling uncontrolably. His butt was almost hypnotic but as his hand was covering his penis, I couldn't work out whether his collar and cuffs match regarding pubic beardage. The hall itself was rammed but the atmosphere was lively, aided by some good folk music which perhaps was a bit too loud. One flick of a standard power switch would have stopped that though.

It was also brilliant that the festival took place in the exquisite Victoria Hall, built by Titus Salt as the centerpiece of his town. He was a key member of the Victorian temperance movement.

Anyway, we tried a wide range of beer and ale. I was in a blonde mood so ended up sampling (around eight) drinks like the fantastically named 'Otter's Pocket'. Do otters even have pockets? We also chatted to the delightful service Dorises whilst one keg exploded, leaving one poor chap sporting a look which could only be described as bukkake.

York Meet tomorrow, should be fun. See you there if you are going :-)

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Pubic Hair And Underpant Fluff

Wolfie, Taneli, Patter and I found ourselves at the Bradford Real Ale and Perry Festival at the delightfully Victorian and quaint district of Saltaire this evening. Wolfie and I arrived late (thank you Worst Bus) and although Patter had convinced us not to bother coming down as all the tickets had been sold, we somehow managed to get into the festival. I think they had found some of the 2010 glasses stored away somewhere.

It was a pleasant evening aside from the fat beardy man dancing on stage in just his socks. Did I say dancing? I meant wobbling uncontrolably. His butt was almost hypnotic but as his hand was covering his penis, I couldn't work out whether his collar and cuffs match regarding pubic beardage. The hall itself was rammed but the atmosphere was lively, aided by some good folk music which perhaps was a bit too loud. One flick of a standard power switch would have stopped that though.

It was also brilliant that the festival took place in the exquisite Victoria Hall, built by Titus Salt as the centerpiece of his town. He was a key member of the Victorian temperance movement.

Anyway, we tried a wide range of beer and ale. I was in a blonde mood so ended up sampling (around eight) drinks like the fantastically named 'Otter's Pocket'. Do otters even have pockets? We also chatted to the delightful service Dorises whilst one keg exploded, leaving one poor chap sporting a look which could only be described as bukkake.

York Meet tomorrow, should be fun. See you there if you are going :-)

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.