A fortnight after our visit, she finds a man staggering in the beer garden at 3am with a cardboard box on his head. ‘He didn’t even cut eye holes in it,’ she told the local paper. ‘I was howling.’
It’s worth remembering that last of the Three Little Pigs ends up boiling the Big Bad Wolf alive in a cauldron, and presumably ends up gobbling up his previously devoured brothers as a result.
A friend of mine spent a couple of nights here on his stag do a couple of years ago.
‘You’ll have a great time,’ he texted ahead of my arrival,
‘but whatever you do, don’t touch anything.’