The was the grandiose title that James assigned to his boozy lunch with his best man on Sunday. In all fairness he was not only coherent, but staggeringly close to sober, when I collected him from the train yesterday night. Although I will never be privy to the precise details that were discussed during this particular meeting I have managed to glean the following :
The date - James has settled upon having his stag do the same weekend that I am having my hen.
The venue - it was always going to be Edinburgh!
The activities - amidst the requisite boozing it seems like the boys might do other things including a mooted idea of carting.
The guest list - now confirmed at 10 invitees.
Roll on July!
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