Now, how did that get up there?

Continued to celebrate the death of jesus in the pub with the great ceiling. Although that is the only great thing in this shit hole of a pub. Food dreadful, service appalling and the other customers? Well they were all riff-raff. Why, oh why was that chosen for our get-together? Never again. So off to one of the more swanky (aka wanky) bars in Dode Street.

On way home I spotted this cone. How did it get there?