Victorian strangeness: The tale of the lion and the spa break

Back at the Bridge Hotel in Llandrindod, Mr Osborne would have needed no persuading of the general newsworthiness of his predicament. His spa-stay serenity already a fast-fading memory, the grocer from Neath had grabbed a chair, and was braced to defend himself as best he could, for as long as he could, "in what appeared to him an inevitable and terribly unequal struggle for life", in the words of the Western Mail.

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