Following a very successful RM Birthday celebration in the desert, there was a few bob left over from the fund.
A meeting was organised to decide what to do with it and someone suggested we buy more beer. Motion carried.
So after work on Wednesday afternoon a few of the lads gathered at my house for a few cold ones. It all went horribly wrong. My bar looks like Cockermouth after a spot of rain.
So what is it about Bootnecks that they can't just have a couple of quiet beers?