The Night Of The Flincher

It was like any ordinary night visit to the hospital, if ever such an experience could be termed ordinary.

Owen and myself (being partners in Pwürg and also in lunacy), planning to hunt for more X-rays having recently discovered somewhat of a cache, headed to the Feathers car park. In addition to the area abundant with X-rays (surprisingly close to the reception) we had, a few days earlier I believe, stumbled upon a previously "unopened tomb" of a building containing the incredibly macabre "dead files". These documents - life histories of deceased patients, complete with eerily detailed causes of death (surely it must be illegal for these to have been left in-situ) were a fascinating find to say the least. One in particular, that of the Queen's Royal Swanmaster - Captain Turk - Struck down with a gammy leg, served particularly well to further inspire the music of Pwürg and Monkfish. Thus, hot on the trail of new and exciting finds (and unusually without a single drink from the Feathers), we left the car park and began our trek along the long and winding lane.