Entry for February 23, 2007

I’m at Crieff Hydro today with my mates. We get together about once a year for a weekend of poker and drinking amidst the hills of Perthshire.
It’ll be different to previous years because my pal David won’t be there. He has very unreasonably decided to emigrate this year. For some inexplicable reason, he has chosen to forego the delights of Forgewood for a life of luxury in Abu Dhabi. Not even the thought of sharing a cabin with seven other grown men in various states of inebriation and undress can tempt him back.
Our fridge is enough to make a Scottish Executive health spokesperson very, very sad. The contents are butter, assorted breakfasting objects awaiting the frying pan and beer. I may not return healthier, but I will no doubt be happier.