the lonely idiot

A blog about travels and thoughts

Wells (hot fuzz and moosehead green)

I came to Wells England to attend a technical course for work. The course worked out really well and I wound up having two days to explore Wells. Of course by the second day of the course I, and my colleagues had explore all of Wells we needed to see: the gin bar in our hotel and the pub serving the cheapest dirties cider. Of course that's what this region of England (Somerset) is known for, it's greasy fucking cider and derivitives. The place with the most shitty cider cours

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This blog is intended to be a unfiltered, unadulterated, narrative non-fiction of my experiences. The opinions and stories expressed here may not always be tasteful or even fair, but they will always be true. If it's a greasy story I will make an attempt to hide someone's identity. But be fairly warned: if we are getting greased together, then everything that goes down is fair game for this blog. Everything else will depend on how well I remember it and how, or if, I can tie it back into a decent enough story worth writing about. Whatever happens I promise to try and keep this blog interesting, relevant and up to date.

"If I go, I'm going out shameless"

- Gregory Alan Isakov

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