When it was discoverred that Robin Hood had reversed his principles and was indeed taking from the poor and not giving a toss save for his own selfish ends, Maid Marian kicked his sorry arse in his saggy Lincoln Green tights all the way back to Nottingham whilst she promptly announced herself Queen of the fabled GP fortess and promised the peasants within a brighter future but only if they did their fair share of shouldering the burden of resposibility. It promised to be the merriest Xmas for many a year in the old GP fortress and many pints of porter were thrown down despareately dried out success starved throats through lack of a kindly Lord and the star of hope once again hung high and bright in the Steeltown sky.
