disturbed

Skip and Crumbly came over for a night at the Globe (our local). It's a usually a safe enough bet - relaxed, pleasant, good beers, good food etc. When we arrived this evening it was packed to the rafters with morris dancers - who were all wearing black make up on their faces in the style of minstrels. We were freaked out.

Long story short, the night didn't get any more normal. By the time we got back to our place, Crumbly was a broken woman.