In 2011, four cider heads were sent to Guy’s Marsh prison for pissing off the end of Bournemouth pier. This bunch of hairy-arsed reprobates promptly escaped from this medium security facility and escaped to the west country underground. Today, they survive as scrumpy’n’western musicians: if you have a party, if you have a pub and if you have cider, maybe you can hire the Skimmity Hitchers.

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