Whos' going to drive you home??

well me actually. That weekend just flew past way to quick and mostly spent on roads.
Friday night I helped Amigos connection with a gig at the reading student union in aid of the Latin American society. This include new boy Franz on the conga's and me trying really hard to a) Stop everything feeding back and b)getting some lighting effects to work during matador. The place was packed and the crowd was well into it. Got home at 2am up at 6.30 to drive to York.

Drive was ok stopped for brekkie about half way and then completed the rest of journey really well until the fking signs stopped showing us the way. Met Sparky and got measured for my suit for his wedding. Then it was off for more driving but this was fun as it was karting. I won but Miss daisy(Sparky came 2nd Last). Back to the Mess for a combat kip and then out into York for the main Stag bit. Indian and a view pints (well quit a few, me ordering shots for everyone but off course not drinking them). By the end of the night the only thing I can say is I felt rather old. All this time Mrs H was entertained by Lydia (Sparky's future MRS)

Sunday was a late get up, brunch and then drive all the way back. I rather ache after the karing and sitting driving for abou 12 hours over the week end.

A LOT OF FUN though and can't week for the actual day.