Holiday club week has come and gone, and was highly jolly. Sadly Andy Roid, the veneradble drama robot has been dismantled, as has the cast. I would imagine photos of the zaniness (great word) of the club will be available soon on the interweb.
Yesterday was Andy's (my future bro in law, not the aforementioned robot) stag do, which was a good laugh, karting at 9 in the morning was a unique experience, to say the least, but the smell
of oil and sweat seemed quite appropriate for the whole blokey stag thing as did the large cookedbreakfast at a resturant afterwards. The day then got steadily less blokey - we then went bowling and finished with, yep, a trip shopping...
For the first time this summer, I now eneter a period of not having much to do which should be a welcome release. I plan to go to the dentist (oooh) help clare move stuff to her very near future house on Thursday and maybe pop to London to get some dissertation inspiration (you call it keen, I call it resourceful) on another day. Then the second in a series of wedding related weekends...its Dave Salter's stag do (the last of the three is, of course, my sister's wedding...you following?)
P.S. Astonishingly this site has now been visited over 1100 times, and one of the latest visitors was from Amarillo, Texas, presumably of Peter Kay fame.
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