Today's the day to get your best mate to fake a sick note from your parents and bunk off up the hill. And so so it comes to pass that a fair band of 'should know betters' congregate on the hallowed turf in celebration of what's almost the Summer Solstice.
a strange beast is snared for the feast
its prehistoric lines give Phil inspiration for the bbq wind break
...while Paul draws upon a medieval theme
put on your beer jackets and kneel in honour of pointy nose jartiness
John- he he!
more shiney, pointy carboness goes off on one
the lip licking ceremony goes horribly wrong
'This is the UK, you chaps should know by now you can't drink that / sit there / cook that / park there / fly that / break wind / enjoy yourselves on this hill. So let's see your I.D. cards, Health and Hygiene certification and your