Attack of the sheep poo!
I was very drunk and disorderly and decided to go to a very well known place in Brighton, called Devil’s Dyke. It’s a lovely piece of countryside with a cliff edge. Anyway, there’s a pub there and me and a couple of old friends met up for a drink. Suddenly, I think I tripped over perhaps a rock or stick, but I just rolled down. I woke up in a hospital bed with a cracked head, twigs in my hair and scratches all over me. Worst of all, sheep poo! It was so embarrassing, I had been found in a field full of sheep!
Submitted by Clogemma Welembury
Landlord @ March 10, 2008
