The Stag Party
After a very greasy but wholly satisfying full English breakfast, we moved onto the first bar. The plan for the day was drinking, followed by football, more drinking and, later, town where undoubtedly more drinking would take place. We forced Dan into taking some early afternoon shots and headed on to the football. "Fancy a flutter, boys?" I asked as I approached the in-house bookmakers at the stadium. "The big man's in great form, got first scorer written all over it" Sean...