Ben's Stag Do (Part Six - Night)

All good things, as they say, must come to an end.

Having lost the light we made the trek back up to the campsite, complete with fire in tow (nice work Mr. Hud...) back near the safety of the tents, James spotted a UFO and mused a little about aliens, while I mused on the highlights and lowlights of the weekend.

Everyone else slowly went to bed, leaving Shaun and I to cook his fingers. Then our stag Ben returned, with cramp in his leg. Shaun beatboxed and got him to dance a little, which solved the problem. And that was that.

Ben's Stag Do (Part Five - Beach)

All that sport meant we were in need of a break, so we left the campsite and headed for the beach, where the sun came out, we made hay (not literally) ad then the sun went in again and it pissed it down. So we went inside a cave and hung about looking miserable, while James climbed a rock.

Ben's Stag Do (Part Four - Sport)

Being healthy young males, we worked off our delightful breakfast with a mixture of professional sports. We played Sack Hackey - a game similar to hackey sacks but requiring less skill, cricket (not depicted), and football (shirts v skins - skins ending up complete losers).

We also bought some food and lots of drink, which Steve carefully displays.

Ben's Stag Do (Part Three - Breakfast)

Then we only went and had breakfast... Which took ages, largely because we couldn't light the fire. We tried everything... Wood... Paper... Books... Then some bright spark admitted they had firelighters, and the rest was history.

Ben's Stag Do (Part Two - Morning)

We woke up and got up. Some people had already been for a surf. Others were trying to find their toothbrushes. It was wet.

Ben's Stag do (Part one - Arrival)

As Best Man for the wedding of the century, I had the dubious honour of organising the stag do. Which I did BRILLIANTLY (awfully).

We arrived in Porthcothan Bay in the middle of the night to an almighty scene. It was all kicking off!

Sadly, by the time I had located my video camera it had all stopped kicking off, so we were left to muse over recent incidents, welcome everyone to the campsite, whisper a lot, and eat some brie and mango wraps.

Which we all did MAGNIFICENTLY. Before heading of to bed at the faintest hint of rain.

Josie: The Prologue (Summertime)

Ah bask in the glory of summer, as we wave farewell to deserter Josie Slimm, who leaves these fair shores for life in Australia today.

First up, the prologue to her party, in which a band plays a song while everyone dresses up.

One Minute Party*

Hot party action, for one minute, so you won't have to waste much of your life in re-living the joy.



*Obviously the actual party lasted longer than a minute, though I didn't feel the need to include all of it.

Green Man Festival Part One

This year a motley crew of us headed over to the Brecon Beacons for the Green Man festival. We had a lovely time, despite all the folk music, and here is part one in a series aimed at telling you why.

On the Friday the weather was (comparatively) good. Sure it got worse from there, but I've chosen to focus on the Friday.

The James Trilogy

It was James's birthday. He was 25. In view of this, we wrote some songs and made some music videos in tribute to his quarter century.

We were drunk.