The Gorse Fox spent a pleasant evening with his Landing Party (Stoker, Boston & the Mighty Atom). There was a brief skirmish with several beers, but they were quickly vanquished. With the adrenaline of battle still coursing through the veins the Landing Party marched on through the alien landscape Worcecester City Centre until making contact with some friendly life forms who offered food and drink in exchange for plastic. These life forms ran a "rest-aur-ant" (GF thinks that how it was pronounced - not being fluent in the local dialect) called Chesters which had an extensive Mexican menu. Excellent food - and a menu worth several return trips.

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