Supplemental Errington moment

DA: “Yeah, she’s pregnant. She’s having the baby in December”
TE: “Really!?! This December.”
DA: “No Terry. Next December.”

Flaming hill

Went walking on Sat. Hiked up to Scafell Pike in the Lakes - the highest point in England. Didn't bring enough water for myself (hike was around 8 hours) but did manage the extra weight of the speakers attached to my backpack and hooked up to my iPod. I feel that it's very important that you get your priorities right in life.

Humpers leading the way pursued hotly by Acres and Jack.
Tel and Acres adopting very manly poses. Tel and MS in the most unstaged photo of all time.
The Acres boys, inspired by the Eye of the

Tiger, tackle a tricky rocky section.

King Lunt and the team conquer the mountain (ok, slightly steep hill)

On your hike.

About to get a train to the Pool to go hiking tomorrow (what am I thinking) but thought I'd slip a few pics on here first. A few of the faces below will be there at the hike. The pictures of gentlemen were taken at David's Beers of the World party last weekend in Leeds. None of NZ's crappy tipples made the beer list.

Terry, hopeful of a menage et trois.

Reading festival and some pretty lights.

Charlotte putting cider inside her inside.

Drunken goons take over a respectable eaterie.

Terry tries it on with a few other fellas. Desperado.

Classic Lunt

There are a 200 people in the squash leagues I play in and the scores for all are posted on a notice board. I decided to make my feelings on a gentleman who caused me to rush back to Wimbledon from cental London twice in two weeks only to stand me up on both occasions very clear for all to see.

The below written was just after I phoned him, found out he was in a pub, gave him a piece of my mind and then hung up following a mega rant. It's fair to say that I was 'less then impressed'. Grrrrrr.