Last weekend was Katzy's stag- a right good do, well organised by the best man Mr Steve Sinfield. We stayed in the middle of nowhere up in the north lakes in a youth hostel type place. Hombres from all over descended to see Mark off. Sat morning we went go carting, what fun! I was shit (12th out of 19th) but had a ball. Hock was shit hot, he kicked ass! Then we went into Carlisle and Katz was made to don a pretty dress:
Then we headed to the Turkish baths and Katz was made to don a very stylish green mancini:
That night we headed into Keswick and to the infamous Loft - it was log. Next day me and Nige went to Bowderstone- very nice. I tussled with Impropa, couldn't do 2nd move unfortunately. So that were that, a few more days closer to the grave.
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