Birds of a feather “as the saying goes” flock together” or in the case of the Barley Mow, “Weirdos of the Wild” get “drunk together”. No longer were Apple Blossum Don or the all dancing, prancing landlord our prey, but the man in the bright purple Crocs, tartan shorts and white flowing beard.
Brian of the Beard was eighty four years of age and was a triple cross between, a tramp, Cat Weasel and Dusty Hill, the white bearded one from ZZ Top.
In order to make advances towards and chat up such a fierce adversary requires all of the strength and stealth that a man can muster up. Without more ado, Phil snook from the side and took Brian by surprise and asked “ Excuse me kind Sir “What creatures inhabit your beard ?”,Brian replied “The last time I looked it only contained a couple of chickens but that was last week”
In essence, to snare a bearded man into conversation, the mere mention of livestock appears to do the trick, preferably animals with between two and four legs.
Brian may have been of Aboriginal extraction since every time we took a photo of him, he closed his eyes just in case we captured his soul and shadow!
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