Waiting for the 16

We were bad lads, so we were. Herr R and I decided to leg it out from work at 3pm to the famous pisspoor Ritz to catch the second half of the Wales - England game. I guess we should really have gone back to work afterwards, but well, we didn't.
So, later, it was a meet up with PT and ID along at the Starbank for some choice blethers. And what plans those boys are hatching. Off to French Polynesia in two weeks to deliver a yacht to Seattle. Forty days with a single stop in Hawaii to victual up. And given that it's a dry boat, maybe have a drink. I'm not sure that they'll get anything quite as good as the Orkney Corncrake Ale they were serving in the Starbank either.