Cider with Rosie

He's feeling very frustrated following the injury sustained last weekend playing rugger and, let's be honest, made worse playing hockey on Monday he was unable to play this weekend. This is the first time he has missed a game through a soft tissue injury (broken bones are an entirely different matter).

To get over it he headed up to town and in the afternoon and 80th birthday party, very rock and roll, before heading down to his mate Nigel's place in deepest darkest Sussex with TEM and Christine.

For reasons not entirely clear he decided he wanted an evening on the strong cider which caused great consternation to the bar staff who had some very strong stuff hidden in the cellar. Having donned suitable protective gear (masks, gloves and stone vessels) they were willing to serve him. Whilst this proteced their outsides the damage done to his insides is too horrific to contemplate.

To add to his internal woes Nigel insisted on some oysters and, of course, our hero ended up with a dodgy one. The damage done to Nigel's all new bathroom was shocking.

After all that fuss and games he spent Sunday with his nieces (who were in fine form dressing up as Catgirl and Kitten girl for a superhero themed party) before being summoned back to Bristol by the one we don't talk about to give her a lift to her car (which she had abandoned whilst pissed up the night before).