Several Untruths By Beardlight In Seventy Words, Or Less

And when the electric lights went out we continued by beardlight, several spectators setting light to their own whilst others brushed the spent electricity into recycling bins at the side of the room.  We were cooking by gas, competing to see who could make the crispiest bacon.

The competing smells of bacon, sweat and torched hair, the excitement, the thrill of the game and the anticipation of the outcome.

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