Here's T-Bone and Rags enjoying a quiet country pint in Malmesbury before thing all take a distinctly downward turn.One subject in the photo ended the night on his back, snoring like a freight train. The other ended the night falling over repeatedly, punching garden umbrellas, kicking a good friend in the chest and smashing no doubt valuable ceramics.
Guess who did what?
Technically though, it could be argued that it was neither party, the perpetrator was recently christened Tyler. He's not in the photo. Yet. He appears in about an hour’s time but if you were to analyse the picture like they do in Most Haunted, he'd be there in the background like a spectral orb waiting for the night to become his own. Patient and impatient at the same time.
Pizbot discovered and named this phenomenon while we had our surfing weekend in Llangennith; apparently, in certain conditions T-Bone morphs into an unpredictable character called Tyler. (The conditions can vary but there is one almost constant factor, Turbo shandies)
Blame it all on Tyler. That's what I do.
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