Stag do

Good grief, has it really been a month since the last time Lyn or I wrote a post? Between Lyn's Ofsted and my attempts to get my department ready for the new GCSE, time has just flown by!


I can't believe that we're at the t-minus 26 days stage! :)

So a little while ago, I went on my stag do down to London to meet up with Tom (brother and best man) and my friends and family who kindly came to watch me get very drunk. But that was later on.



Tom had arranged for us to go go-karting. Now I know that anyone who's ever been in a car with me will testify that I have a small obsession with sticking to the speed limit, so the idea of me throwing a petrol-powered shopping trolley around a track with my arse two inches above the ground may seem a little incongruous.

I had a brilliant time! Although the experience has once again confirmed my inability to go round corners with any sort of speed, I was fine on the "go-fast-along-straight-bits" skill, as well as the "swerve-dangerously-in-front-of-people" ability. Amusingly, although we got given a ridiculous number of safety warning before we were allowed to go on the track, once we were on there all of the marshals were too busy playing on their phones to notice any underhand shenanigans.


Special mentions have to go to my friend Pete (who kept his cool despite running out of petrol half-way through), Tom's mate Toff (who was unbelievably fast) and my Uncle Pete (who drove the entire 45 minutes session without a team mate to relieve him or a single pit-stop to stretch his legs).


After we'd had some grub, we found a nice pub where my friends and family kindly bought me lots of drinks (shockingly sometimes these drinks were mixed in to other drinks! :)) I do remember (vaguely) being bought a shot of something floating in a glass of something else. I'm assuming that it was some vitamins/fruit juice combo.

Later on that evening, the stoical Tom escorted a drunken Mike safely across London town (during which a kebab was enjoyed), whereupon Mike snored his head off for the short remainder of the night.  


I nearly, very nearly, had a hangover. Instead I was left with a vague taste of chilli sauce and a lot of gratitude to all the people who came out for my stag:


Dad
Uncle Pete
Vince
Stephen
Tom
Jamie
Paul
Pete
Dave
Dan
James
Rob
Jon
Alan
Toff


Thanks very much for coming guys and thanks very much to Tom for organising it. See you all on the big day!


Mike