Stag nights are out, because I haven't got time to say goodbye to all the beautiful women I know as well as having one.
Let's call it a Deer Night.
No.
Let's not.
Let it be Wildlife.
Let it be Central London, let it be the 25th of September from around 4pm.
Let it be.
I just wish I'd had enough time to organise this bloody thing properly. I have just called two people, both of whom are coming, one who didn't even know I was engaged. Aie. I am crap at keeping in touch with people. Trust me. If you think you might be an invitee, you are. I'll get to you eventually, please keep the 25th free, or at least flexible.
I'll try come after the fast. Let me know the details.
I'm not the one who was engaged am I? Because that would be just as much of a surprise to me...
I'll be south of the river, but I could see you later on (when it's messy...)