I wandered over to the Rock for the weekend to stay with the Rockhopper and sample the delights of Rock Guinness — a substance I’m no stranger to, as you well know. Apart from the usual demented, drunken, inbred Rockhoppers, there was a contingent of Tedfesterers who lifted the spirits somewhat but could hardly add to the insanity of a place already utterly surreal.
At least it took me away from the general election. I even got roped into building a staircase, which is another thing I’m no stranger to, and I expect to be back on the rock in a week or two to finish the job. You can’t rush these things.
Here’s a few pictures.