Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

Recovering from a pretty good weekend – was in London for Francis’s stag do. We went go-karting in the afternoon, which was a hell of a lot of fun, although my team came a ignominous last (thanks to Hugh’s comedy spinning off in the pit lane). Then we spent the evening at Bierodrome in Islington, which has an amazing selection of Belgian beers and top-quality food to boot. We consumed large quantities of both, and we all got merry. I can just about remember the evening and I don’t think I did anything that bad…

I got up very late today (for some reason I spent several hours criss-crossing London on various Night Buses and didn’t get home until sunrise) but woke to discover many magnificent bruises on my body – I think these are from being bashed about during the go-karting rather than being random drinking injuries. Luckily for you I don’t have a digital camera or I’d have posted pictures of them – there’s a fucking huge one on my leg that’s the size of the palm of my hand, it’s a beautiful shade of vermillion. Anyway, I think I’ll be snacking on the Ibuprofen for the next few days.

Update: Derek has uploaded his photos of the karting.

Further Update: Chris Gammie has put his online as well.