Since Epsom arrived there have been a fair few good fucking night's out lads and lady's. Yes??

Pub Golf..

None of us hardly even new each other sober never mind drunk, so i was really looking forward to seeing the inner selves of these guys.

Me being me turned up late missing out on the first two destinations, therefore having to neck a sambuka, glass of white wine and a full pint. Nice one, but seeing Alex Cool having to do the exact same thing made me feel slightly better on the approach of the night. The conversations were dusty, it mostly handshakes and greetings which i personally hate with a fucking stupid name.

Round 1..

Ready for Round 2..

Matt Tansley.. what a hero. There's always one ain't there. That one who thinks he can handle his drink a tad more than the rest consuming needless vodka shots during the game. We were going to get drunk anyway yer? Never the less it made the night a shit load funnier witnessing him crawling along Boogie Lounge floor and rolling around outside with his pants down to his ankles. Call me whatever, but him being gay made it a hell of a lot funnier lets all admit it.