Arrival of the nicest Stags imaginable

Johno and me jumped up and down on the spot, as soon as we were rid of the wanker Insurance Brokers we've been supposedly entertaining for the last two weeks. We hope that we never, ever have to see any of them, ever again.

I never thought I'd be so ecstatic at the prospect of welcoming a group of middle aged blokes over here to celebrate the forthcoming wedding of their good mate, but it purely meant if replacing the absence of some of the most appalling human beings I'm likely to come ever come across, then bring on the mayhem.

But in came the sweetest gentlest and most agreeable group of fluffy lovely males and there began a meaning to live again.