After meeting an interesting chap in the canteen at Green Stewards we preceeded to the Bimble Inn to watch some folk music and enjoyed observing dancers, and dancing with a mug he won which said 'world's best nan' and a spoon which my friend had acquired form some location. The time seemed suffice to do some stream of conciousness drawing, seeing as we both said we couldn't draw. His was the first drawing and mine the second above. I don't think we both quite understood what they meant but it seemed right at the time.
O Bimble Inn,
Wear yourself fat or thin,
With your limited space but unlimited drink,
Ridding boundaries to let people think,
We dance with spoon and mug,
To your folk tunes beyond the rug,
Not a toe unmoving or a beat unmissed,
To you our bodys moving and our souls kissed.
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