Beneath Liquid Skin

Drinking in the Lincolnshire Fens is not Matt Crowther’s idea of a good stag night. But when you include the whims of a capricious child, the wrath of an American General, and mysterious games in a far-flung Indian restaurant, this promises to be an evening like no other. Throw in belligerent clowns, mutated tree frogs, hallucinogenic insects, pan-dimensional jellyfish, and an errant goat, and even Crowther might agree that he has taken a few too many drugs. But this is what you get on a night out with Thelonious, the most exclusive of tour operators, and one who specialises in hedonistic excess.