The first day I came to Cheltenham, one thing that I saw from the bus grab my attention: in the door of a church there was a neon heading who said: Revolution. It was strange to read such a word in a church. In that time, I thought maybe it was a sect. It's not at all. Days later, I found out that that "church" is actually an enormous pub inside a church. And what a pub, mate. Good envoirment, good music, good drinks, good girls and good chat...
El primer día que llegué a Cheltenham, algo que vi desde el autobús llamó especialmente mi atención: en la puerta de una iglesia había un letrero de neón que decía: Revolution. Era extraño leer una palabra así en una iglesia. Entonces, pensé que quizá era una secta. Nada que ver. Días después, descubría que esa "iglesia" era realmente un enorme pub dentro de una iglesia. Y qué pub, tío. Buen ambiente, buena música, buena bebida, buenas mujeres y buenas charlas...
A modernist picture of Jesus and the apostles. Faith or herexy?
Camille... the prayer.
The Holy Grail? No. Just a BIG cocktail.
Juan Carlos with the Virgin Mary... ahem.
Heretics...
More heretics...
Sam, be careful with that hand. Touching is sin.
Blood of Christ? Maybe, because it was bloody good!!
Oh, my god. She has to be Mary Magdalene.
End of the party. "We are so tired of... praying".
1 comment:
Hello again!you don´t look as prayers you look more the devil with such red eyes! mary.
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