We had a fantastic weekend away at a country pile called Toft Hall - halfway between Stoke-on-Trent and Macclesfield.
There were nineteen of us - me, Stu, Andy, Tim, Michael, Andrew, Richard, Andre, Jeremy, Jonny, Andy, Kev, Gary, Nau, Darren, Mark, Dean, Nick and David.
The excuse, if any were needed, was Andy Cook's 50th and Timmy's 38th birthdays.
The hall was lovely, the company sublime and the weather shit. Still, we had a roaring time eating, drinking, dressing up, chatting and playing games.
It is a testament to the boys in that there friends are so nice and everyone got on so well as a group.