And their hexes on pizza dough.
Was thinking of running it as an ongoing ‘The Producers’ style financial sink hole by opening it as a pizza restaurant.
The ‘pizza hut delivery’ idea would work particularly well in that respect, given that the almost non-existent phone signal down there would mean that without a landline they’d never get an order.
A lack of landline is the smallest of the obstacles preventing potential customers from enjoying a pizza from the Lopwell Pizza Company…
The main one being the pizza hating ghost.
and ducks, gease & swans are generally skint.
Someone already has the url.
Been on the road for a couple of extra days, mostly visiting rellies, dead and alive, so just back now to say a very big and heartfelt thanks to everyone that made Lopwell 2025 an absolute fucking hoot. A lot of hard work goes in to make this what it is - which is fucking superb. Thank you all.
My second Lopwell, and first sleeping fully inside a vehicle - which worked really well: that weir is the perfect white noise for a restful night (unlike the snoring and farting in the bunk room…). Quite nice having one tank of fuel last >600 miles, too - the Hilux could only do that towing a trailerful of red diesel…
Aside from the wretched pizzas, the food was very good. Mickey’s efforts on fryup duty are rightly the stuff of legend
The system sounded bloody lovely, which for massive speakers in a poky room was remarkable - very much a sound I could live with.
Best bit was catching up with all you fuckers though - not a lot beats sitting in front of a fire pit on a quiet Devon evening swilling beer and talking bollocks with excllent people. I do miss Scalford, but this place is certainly a LOT prettier.
Mind, Scalford’s pizzas are better…
Couple of token pictures, 'cos I hardly ever remember to get me damn camera out!