Bringsty and buy

Nothing says it is a new decade better than a rancid hangover and on that basis it must be a new decade.

With sour bellies and thick heads Gay George (Not Actually Gay) and the lovely Dennis decided to head out into the country for a walk to clear their heads. A fine plan to climb to the highest point in the Malverns was hatched. The best laid plans of mice and men rarely survive contact with a sat nav system and Gay George (Not Actually Gay)'s Porsche system duly ballsed it up and they ended up able to see the Malverns the also ended up miles from it on Bringsty common.

A quick replacement stroll was organised although organised may not be the best word to describe it. They prompty got lost and decided to hack across country. Once down in the bottom of the valley, lost in the woods, trapped between barbed wire, struggling to cross a river and with the howls of wolves in their ears they realised they may have made a tactical error.

Fortunately the pub (once they had extricated themselves from the above) was splendidly welcoming.

A meal of left-overs back in Birmingham was the best he could offer but Gay George (Not Actually Gay) and the lovely Dennis pretended not to mind.