OK, I made it. With credit card stuck under my armpit with gaffer tape in case I ended up on a train, naked and on my way to Scotland, I need have had no such fears!
What a top day though. I think most of the guys came away from the horses with more of the bookmaker’s money than they had of theirs. I was about £10 down, but that was fine as I was planning to lose up to £100, so in the eyes of a gambler. I was £90 up
Every one turned up and mixed well and when we got to Southampton, the guys stepped up the pressure with some awful drink called a flat liner, or three and some strange thing with a glass inside a glass, with red bull and something like hoisin sauce. It was disgusting. Jaeger miester or some such thing. I still think the flat liners were the worst, with the heat of Tabasco lingering on your lips for about an hour after.
Bumped into ex-Saints Manager, Mark Wotte, who was sacked the other day. I told him I though he had been hard done by and that I thought he was at least, loyal. He thanked me, shook my hand and he continued his phone conversation.
Anyhow, a little jaded but I was ok enough to get everyone on the bus and home. Seems a bit strange for the stag to be doing, but I’m just happy Murray (Best Man) got me home safe too… great day.
Weather = Widget is broken but I guess it’s 17 and sunny intervals!
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