Secrets of the Shoulder of Mutton

This ain't a palace or a cathedral. Just a pub in a Yorkshire

village. The smoking shelter, the locals call it The Shoulder of Mutton.

We only come here to discuss the important stuff. And who knows what goes on

behind these walls? Drinking our pints of beer. Only the people who drink in

the smoking shelter will know what happened here. And no one can tell Shazza.

But Tim lent Nigel his electric carving knife to carve up a mattress.

And we have no idea why, but this is the smoking shelter, the Shoulder of

Mutton. And what goes on here, stays here. And who knows