Stu's prediction was correct. Things are looking fairly shabby in the Freeads office underneath the arches today. Subdued and in need of snacks is the main feeling.
But it was all worth it. Our 'stag' (plus Lou) night at the Windsor races in honour of Stu's imminent wedding was brilliant.
Like any good story there was tears (when we lost), there was laughter (and Duncan's 'Mannequin On The Move' dance), and there was a trio of bald blokes standing near us, which amused Matt, Ian and Lou more than was strictly necessary.
Virtually everyone had a winner, some were gracious in their victory and bought the beers, others formed secret betting alliances and scurried off in pairs to the bookies, one of the gang was more interested in the promo girls and another (yes you Phil) was highly shifty about whether they had had a bet at all and wouldn't say whether he was winning or losing, but most had no real clue what they were doing.
But look how happy we were when we DID win (about a fiver each).... bless us.
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