I see one of the most tedious (yet admittedly pretty) gastropubs in Oxford has burnt down (from i_ludicrous). That’s what you get for causing havoc with your ley lines.

How sad to see this happen once again. Oh, when will we ever learn? If you have a waitress blocking the path of pub customers as they step through the door, who then sneers at them if they just want a drink, then sooner or later your geochakras are going to start rubbing together. Next thing you know, Reverend Simon Fanshawe is appearing through a cloud of smoke on the television adaptation of your unhappy loss, beard singed, one eyebrow arched, talking about spiritual arsonists from beyond the grave.

I don’t mean grave. I mean jus.

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