Is the typical British summer over already? The temperature has dropped a little bit so for some reason it means that my liver has been taking a pounding, with, I imagine, worse to come. We went to Kempton Races last night and despite having a nightmare train journey to get there, managed to win a few quid (about 30) and have a few drinks before the marathon train journey home. The night before started as a drink after work and turned into an all nighter. As did the night before. And tomorrow I'm off to Bilbao, then San Sebastian, then Bayonne, then Biarritz for a jam packed stag weekend. Going to be painful. Lots of drinking, surfing and partying. Oh, and what are we going to do to the stag?? Let's just say that it has something to do with a lycra body suit and some viagra, oh, and a cow suit and a crazy bull run in Bayonne. What could possibly go wrong??