BUT ALEC STILL INVITED US BACK, STRANGE
MAN!!!A wee story from the past by Ken: A good few years ago we (a loose knit group of friends) heard of a BIKERS pub in Tomintoul called the Glen Avon. So we decided to visit
The owners name was Alec who made us more than welcome. There was plenty
of beer and free flowing women, ask Johnny!
The villagers never knew what hit them. Bikes were everywhere and the drink flowed like water with the usual result - lots of BULLSHIT
The pool table got well used. Locals got our best attentions and ended up drunk and confused (while we just got drunk)
We (been organised for once) had a bunk room booked in the place.
One of our group who shall remain nameless (Hi IAIN :o) went to bed and could not find his way back out - so there was a moat by the door of the bunk room – LOVELY
One of the others (TICH)
took a swing at a biker from another club - missed - and fell of his bar stool.
Somebody else was sick all over the bar
BUT ALEC STILL INVITED US BACK, STRANGE
MAN!!!