Having survived the horror of the journey home, a day's work and a complete skinful he decided to head to London in preparation for Mothering Sunday and take advantage of the time in the smoke to catch up with an old and long lost friend.
The usual tale of too much alcohol, some splendid food and much reminiscing about the last time they had hooked up followed before calling it a night drunk as skunks.
Oh and the chum? GG (NAG) of course.
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