My Trip to The Country.
Mood:  special
Now Playing: Hardly Wait-PJ Harvey
Topic: The Bein Inn



Those of you paying attention will note that I was being whisked off to a secret rural location for lunch by my parents today. As ever the reality was somewhat different and rather than being whisked we inched through heavy traffic to The Bein Inn in Glenfarg.

Prior to arriving we were almost killed by a pair of suicidal pensioners driving like unpredictable maniacs. Their registration was OIL 3929.If you see this car run it off the road, slash it's tyres or blow it up. Just stop these menaces now. My dad was all for hopping out the car and creating a road rage incident and for a moment I nearly had a family and a blog to rival Sian's.

Anyway how can I describe The Bein Inn? Apparently all sorts of famous people have lunched, slept and performed there. The fact that Pentangle were playing tomorrow and The Strawbs next week undermined this assertion somewhat for me.

On entering the bar I was instantly overwhelmed by the overpowering stench of polish which seemed to be coming from a single barmaid. I am unsure how that happened and can only assume she put on furniture polish instead of deodorant that morning.

The weirdness continued when we were then advised that we couldn't get lunch as they don't serve food before five o'clock. In our bewilderment we ordered a round of drinks and planned our next move. My auntie got a bit misty eyed wondering if we were sitting on chairs once occupied by Bob Dylan or Eric Clapton. Knowing my fucking luck I was probably sat on Mark Knophler's chair (another alleged former resident of the deeply odd inn).

The carpeted toilets were the final straw and we fled to Stirling and had a very nice dinner at Pancho Villas.

Finally you will note that I have placed a picture of Jesus on my blog today. There are a number of reasons for this the first being, that I feel I have been neglecting my Christian demographic. Let's hope they forgive me. It is Good Friday after all. Secondly I was thinking about the story of Jesus earlier and wondered what Jesus thinks, when he reflects on his pain and suffering on the cross to save all of mankind, and then is confronted with a creature like our blog scapegoat Sian Willets. Surely even he must have doubts. I am confident that once his dad (God) clocks Sian's blog he'll just casually toss down a thunderbolt and destroy us all.And you really couldn't blame him.

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