Post Stag Night

First off, as the story goes, rushed from the office to town.

Went to pick up some "supplies" first before meeting up with the crew. My usual vice.

Then it all began:



And so the story went, AY survived it. AT helped him get onto Orchard Road, but by jove, this chap really managed to hold it all together after downing some 250% Al' down his innards...nobody dared put a tea light near him in case he cut the cheese...the whole pub would've been on fire...

Now we gear up for his big day this weekend. If this evening is any sort of indication of what is to come, we'd really like to see how this whole ceremony will turn out. Time to hit the sack.