Wednesday, 21 April 2010


Just before he fled Blighty for Eastern Lands, Ali 'Stag-do' Couch paid us a visit at the Sneinton Village commune. It was a bleak, grey, hungover Sunday comprising of very little. Me and Nelly had been on a long walk around Nottingham's underbelly in an attempt to shake our blerry heads and get some fresh air down our lungs. We'd not been back long, and were winding down for the day, thought's turning towards the onset of the working week the following day, when Ali came round and proceeded to go off in such a way as to earn him sen the nickname of 'Stag-do'. What a champ. Come back soon Ali...we love you (kinda). xxx

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