Half a round (9 drinks) of pub golf in Twyford. We went to Justin and Liz's, the Royal Oak, the Golden Cross, Kirstie's, the Duke of Wellington twice, the Waggon and Horses twice and my flat. I don't think I could ever manage a full 18 'holes'.
We went 'Guantanamo Bay' this year - not our finest effort by a long way. I can't help feeling Ange and I were a little anti-social and spent too much time in the tent. I'm sorry to say that we didn't make it to the end.
Three sets of photos, none of which would have been worth putting up on their own. We've got two all-day sessions in Henley and Windsor over Easter, my birthday (just a few photos - my 31st was a bit quieter than my 30th) and a weekend in Cornwall at Chateau Bracey. Oh, and Jelly Baby Vodka!
The skiing holiday where I managed to break six bones in one fall. (If you're wondering: four metacarpals (left hand), one scaphoid (right wrist) and a rib. I rule!) I was hooning it from the top of the glacier above Tignes and, er, it went wrong.
A weekend camping with Piers, Bob and Nick. 'Combat 1' was my brother's knackered old tent - I bought a proper sized tent not long after this. We had some more Barbour Index hats by the look of things.