The giant cacti are now so big they have to go. They're now on Ebay so if you want enough mescaline to start a small war, better get to it.
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Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Cheese selection (Fromage Rummage)
Cold and windy day so I made the obvious choice - crazy golf on the pier. We drove down and started the course but soon enough Jof got cold and we cherry-picked the best ones only. Several of the holes previously designated "Impossible" fell to our skilful moves. Problem was, it's extremely exposed standing on a concrete and metal pier sticking way out to sea with nothing stopping the howling wind but your gloves (if you remembered to bring any).
While we were there, a small group of Students-Of-All-Nations™ walked right to the end (where even the fishermen had thought better of it and were absent) and stood there getting blasted by the arctic gales: they then realised that their mummies weren't going to bring them coats so ran home again.
Eventually we retired to the penny arcade to warm up again and spent only £1 before leaving for a warm car and house.
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