From the "I'm getting too old for this sh*t" file - its Johnny's stag weekend this weekend. And he has a whole month to detox before finally getting married, to the lovely Debbie. So on Friday, I haul my sorry ass to Eindhoven for what has to be an amazing weekend, revisiting old haunts, and seeing some (prematurely) old faces. To put this in perspective, some of the chaps there taught me how to drink. Should be messy.

Still, I have the story to beat all stories. Working for a brewery. Amazing. Loving it.

Johnny is famous for doing two cross-european tours (Yes, I know the photos are overlapping) with me (and another two with another mate) earning himself several near-death experiences - mostly at our hands for faffing. At least on my trips, I didnt have to pull his sweat soaked leathers off him as the other chap did. Now thats a little too far, even for my (in)delicate sensibilities.

I had to promise Debbie today on the phone that we would actually return him live and breathing on Monday...