Rib-robs a go go

Another week down and so another weekend to survive. The assault course of this one featuring obstacles (un-)imaginatively entitled "trying to get out of the office before 2100", "drinking with Jonny and Charlie", "rugger" and "drinking with Rib-Robs, Jonny (again), Dennis and chums".

Obstacle 1 was just about struggled over (by barely 30 minutes) as he tried to help Dennis get a heinously complicated document out. The important word in that statement is probably "tried".

Having got back to Bristol very late Jonny was very keen that he join him for some beers (nothing to do with that fact the Kay (the girl Jonny amusingly refers to as his former girlfriend (she is now his fiancee) was out of town). A few beers in the Ram followed where he was disturbed to run into Charlie. Now running into Charlie is always an alarming prospect but running into him twice in a day is just wrong (the first time was, oddly, in a sandwich bar in Birmingham).

Rugger did not go well. At the second scrum he buggered up his shoulder. He insisted on going on. At the next maul he buggered up an inter-costal muscle. He insisted on going on. Things just got worse and worse until in an act of mercy the skipper pulled him off. What a generous chap he is.

The drive home was not much fun punctuated by screams of pain.

Fortunately the final obstacle involved a number of anaesthetic alcoholic drinks. Rib-robs (just to explain he is a chum of his from University days married to the lovely Helen - although our hero did rather make a fool of himself with the line "take my advice Rob, never get married" to which Rib-robs replied "er, but I am", how our hero was supposed to remember this having only been an usher at the wedding we really don't know) and he kicked things off with a bar crawl via the Ram and the Fine Line to join up with the others in Hullaballoos for supper.

Unfortunately whilst eating the heavens opened rather limiting their options for further drinking to places within easy running distance. A quick one in Alter-ego surrounded by very young girls followed by some more in Park and finishing things up with some sharpeners back at Jonny's place.

After all this excitement by the time he got home around 0300 he was proper soaking.

Remarkably this morning he awoke with his shoulder entirely fixed. The marvelous rejuvenative powers of cider are not to be under-estimated.