Bucksday Bierhaus

Before you can have a proper wedding, you need to have a proper bucks, and I suppose a proper hens – but mainly a proper bucks. So for J's (that's him there on the right), we 12 good friends rented a minibus and headed into the hills for a bit of a pubcrawl. This was the first stop, a nice brewhouse called the bierhaus. After that it was Grumpy's Brewhaus for some less good beer, and some over-rated but tasty pizzas, followed by a trip to the motherload; The German Arms! Kransky, sauerkraut, and 1 litre steins of Dunkle, AHHH! By which stage I actually started nodding off. Though the fun was far from over.

Back into town, we hit The Union for a while, then The Bar (where some hens group was equally blind), then some backstreet pub I vaguely remember (Google tells me it was The Brunswick), before the stragglers stumbled to K's place for a nightcap. And after an all-day drinking session like that not surprisingly the munchies kicked in, so we ended the night with 'an abortion', which sounds horrific but is actually a local delicacy featuring a bed of hot chips, layer of yiros meat and a smothering of tzaziki sauce. Particularly satisfying if you can stay awake for it, which I just about did – though the final chaser of whatever beer/booze was still sloshing around in the cooler might have been the straw that broke the camel's back!

AHHH, what a day! Course, the hangover was none-too pleasant, but I did it for you J. I love you ya fucker. (Fuken baaastuuurdd! Hic.)