The coach journey...26 hours of a match made in hell - the brains of the organisation pairing the Stags on a coach with Solent rugby, and while you're at it you might leave a Chinese restaurant owner alone in Battersea dogs home!
Lots of chunder, lots of boozing, a bit of Sharpie rape...wish I'd have paid the extra few bob and Ryanair'd it down there.
We had a good laugh out there, again lots of chunder and lots of boozing. Fancy dress themes were a good crack with the following:
Tight n Bright:
p.s. i don't like absinthe!
300:
Superheroes (in my case super-Tebow!)
and finally...Pokemon: Diglett
don't ask me what I was doing, most likely slung a few Pesetas at a chica for something or other.
We even made various media outlets. There was a video of us singing our hearts out on some Spanish website, and Metro online had a photo some paedo pete took of the boys wearing speedos on the beach.
Got to the flag football final, lost to Solent. Not bad considering we had a hungover QB wearing a dress with a 6-pack shaved into his gut.
Dana was having a good night...
Anyway did something naughty on the coach back that I shouldn't talk about on here, so ask me about after a few snakebites in Jesters.
Got ditched at Calais and made my way to Reims where I met up with the gangbangers. Will, Jen and Welsh Girl came to visit. We had a laugh.
At the Martel Champagne House with the bitches...they didn't take kindly to me using International Drinking Rules, not my fault if double taps and pennying are built-in boozing mechanisms!
We went to Lazer Game aswell, fucking quality time. I came 2nd out of 12, got beat by Will 'Fish Filet' McStay. Gunna send my scores in to the boys at Hereford, shouldn't have a problem getting into the SAS the way I poon the noobs.
With all the Americans playing, surprisingly there was no friendly fire!
And that was it.
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