 Sir Gary Of Crossing: gentleman, scholar and Club Beer stalwart. Could he have had something to do with the strange flashing lights and mist of doom we battled on that strange night in East London? As our hansom carriage rattled over the dewey cobblestones towards Club Beer mansions, I resolved to clear up this mystery once and for all. No longer would we be plagued by the streaks of yellow and orange and bizarre patches of greenery and something that looked like it might have been nicked from an early learning centre. I would best this eiree conflabulation if it was my last act on this mortal coil. But then I had a few beers at home and watched the Friday night telly on video and fell asleep on the sofa. Damn you dark forces. You win again... |