Return of the Jack

It's been a while but I've finally found a moment to sit down and write on this thing.

First things first. Beer. By which, of course, I mean the sponsored walk that took place over a week ago. We had a good turnout (40+) and great weather, and apparantly over £1,500 was raised for charity. The picture of me (left) was taken in my local pub at about 4pm. More on that story later.

The walk itself was cunningly devised in order to pass by as many public houses as possible. The day started at 10am with a "quick drink to send you on your way" courtesy of the landlord of my local pub, where we all met. Then it was into cars and up to the York Inn at Churchinford, about 10 miles (and about 500 feet above) away. A quick pint there, and we were off via a number of other hostelries along the way, eventually arriving back in the village late afternoon.

By this stage, I was a little the worse for wear. But fear not, dear readers, for I certainly didn't stop there. A smaller, hard core of the group decided to wander further on towards Taunton, stopping at the Vivary Arms for a couple. The final destination (for them) being the Westgate Inn, where a live band was playing. But not for me and my good friend Dave - for us it was onwards to several more pubs, and then a couple of clubs in town.

That day I drank a total of 19 pints, mainly Guinness, and walked nearly 15 miles. As you can probably imagine, by 3am (a total of 17 hours drinking) I was pretty wasted. I'm not about to admit to what I did at that point, mainly because my next clear memory is of leaving Dave's house at 9am the following morning. I do feel bad about it though.

Still, it was overall a good day, and amazingly I felt well enough the next day to get up at midday to go see Man Utd v Newcastle in a sports bar in town. Not drinking, though, hell no. Photos of the day will be posted when I can be arsed to sort them out, so watch this space (if you're still reading this far, that is).

In other news, the election campaign is well underway here. I have a leaflet going out at the moment. The only bad thing is that they've moved the count to the day after the election (the national election result gets counted the evening of the poll) cos apparantly they don't have enough staff to count them the same evening. I'm not sure if I can get out of work, which will suck if I can't turn up to my own count.

Well that's probably enough for now. Tune in for more tales of West Country craziness next week when we'll be learning how to train badgers as pets.