The annual St. Ives, Cornwall Beer Festival staggered into town last weekend. It is timed to coincide with the late May Bank Holiday but some old bat has hijacked this year's bank holiday for her own nefarious purposes. Undeterred, hardened alcoholics from all over flocked to the Guildhall in search of a drop of the good stuff.
Unfortunately, Vile Jelly was incarcerated in the Sloop torture chambers for almost the entire duration of the Beer Festival but the Reporting Team did managed to shin down a drainpipe and sneak off to sample the wares.
The whole thing about a good beerfest is that you don't want the authorities turning up and putting a crimp on things ...
Will the Mayor survive the hecklers?
What tricks has she got up her sleeves?
Whose round is it anyway?
Time for another (page).
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