When I was in my teen years in my home town of Minehead there was a place I sometimes went that felt, to me, like a walk on the wild side. It was a pub called “The Carlton Plume of Feathers” and it had a reputation for being a dark, sinister portal to the underworld. That’s what I was looking for.
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Matty (Headwind) 