St Bees...

Drove from Barrow up the Cumbria coast. Tourists don’t come here (why cross the Lake District to visit Workington?), but I rather enjoy the ‘back of beyond’. Stopped last night in St Bees and had a pint in the Oddfellows Arms. They were having a sort of kareoke evening, but without any backing tracks: just pissed blokes ‘singing’ into a microphone. It was as bad as it sounds (yet still not as bad as hearing Noddy Holder yell “It’s Christmaaaaaas” for the millionth time)...