We were hoping to was going to be a kind of sloppy, gut-wrenching sound, but alas, you can’t always get your own way. Richard was the stag, as pictured. Looks fetching, doesn’t he! 
Anyhoo, Our day started with a merry jaunt through a pretty wooded area. It was a lovely sunny morning, much to our surprise (having been told by a white, autonomous pokemon that it would rain), when suddenly we were surrounded. Roughly a dozon 15-17 year-old spotty oiks had jumped us, guns in hand, spouting gibberish army jargon. Some people take paintballing far too seriously!
Once we had been thoroughly beaten by a bunch of children, it was time to leave. Our glorious hotel awaited us. Having quickly checked in, showered (some of us!), and changed, we headed out for our first beers of the evening.
It took him several beers and a pint of almost every disgusting shot you can think of (Mmmm…) for Richard to feel a bit more relaxed going out wearing his stag outfit. But relax he did and he soon got into the spirit of things; dancing his little heart out; waving his top in the air, like he just didn’t care. Magical!
All-in-all it was a quality evening comprising of various slaps from woman -some harder than others- good food, and, of course, the night would have been the same without the chili meal-worms, smokey bacon crickets, and the salty ants that everyone feasted upon throughout the evening. Yummy!
I took a few photos of the evening. Not many mind you, because my damn camera is playing up. Have a butchers, anyway.
Laters, dudes! 
Haha… very good Mr Ken.
Comment posted by Rich - February 27th, 2007 @ 1:02 pm
Who are these girls on the pictures? Why are they touching Richard !!! ??? What was the best man doing?
Comment posted by Laurence Thibaud - March 12th, 2007 @ 7:45 pm