Hope you caught Phat Bollard doing their mayday thing by Chough's, 'amster.
I was sadly back on the horse this morning at 7.30am, and could have done with taking things easy.
Had an irritating end to a good day as my rather ludicrously inebriated friend fell off her bike on the camel trail on the way home. I had to virtually carry and then dump her back at base camp and return to pick up the bikes. Mayday and drink. Proper Job in the London did for her. Why can't people pace themselves and concentrate on the matter at hand ?