So this in theory should be a review about the bumble f$£k club called Fusion. However it has to be so much more, as this is my review of DeVsToCk, the event of the century, the reason we were given this planet to play on and of course the purpose of birth.
Starting with the obvious, this is a weekend to celebrate though majesty Chris Kearny the Last’s yearly (rather than monthly?) birthday. 30 fellow revellers take to the skies, seas and land and make there way down to little Devon, more precisely a place of no name and of huge secrecy….Here these revellers party there socks off for 3 days and nights, involving the precious nectar of Satan (amazing, spell checker made me put a capital S on Satan, I always knew there was something fishy with Microsoft) and the goodness of gods blue skies and green grass…
The pack included his Mighty, The green piper of hard head, who took advantage of gods green grass and ensured happiness throughout the lands… There was also much bread and wine, or in this case BBQ and Vodka for the people…. Devons seaside provided for grand fires to be made by true pyro-professionals, of course this could only be undertaken following a treacherous Hike through the great muddy mountains…
On a clubbing note Fusion was visited, which turned out to be an absolute ball, meeting all the locals, talking about tractors and farmers… J no, it was actually a good laugh, with friendly forgiving staff, a good sized dance floor, hen nights asking us to eat candy underpants off them and hand over our own… Alcohol prices which have never been heard of before and a group of 30 revellers all either being kicked out or landing up back at the mansion with no recollection of what happened post 12am. In the case of the green piper, he did not make it passed 9pm, and feels really bad for this J…..
Thanks CK
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