Talk:Tunbridge Wells
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A True Story About Tunbridge Wells[edit source]
As some of you who know me are already aware, many years ago I lived in a tent and travelled around Britain. During that time, I spent three nights living in a small woodland just outside Tunbridge Wells, chiefly because the rabbits were slow, fat and unused to humans with spears. One night, after I'd put my fire out and retired to my tent, I heard voices in the woods. Voices that came closer and closer.
So, I unzipped my tent, keeping a tight hold of the hatchet I used to chop firewood and kept handy for late night spookiness. Coming through the trees I saw four men dressed in dark robes, each of them chanting. The one in front looked at me as he passed and said, "G'evening."
"Nice night for it," I replied, before rolling one last spliff and going to sleep. I never saw them again. Rabbi Techno 
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FOXES 15:49, October 8, 2010 (UTC)