Whilst Chez et al said goodbye to Tristan's bond deposit in London i headed north to attend Lee Shipmans stag do. In terms of a theme, you could say it was Napalm and P.I.M.Ps. We had a laugh and i caught up with alot of dudes that i haven't seen in a long time, including the infamous junior Shipman.

The Gap can fuck off with Khaki's because Lee was the first guy i ever saw rock baggy camo trousers circa 89..

Chilling in the back of a tank, so what?

Unbeknown to me we we're actually about to drive some tanks. The owner of the company boasts that this is the only place in the world you can drive and fire paintballs from tanks. Well, we've experienced helicopters of late so this felt like a natural step...

Colonel Hurst reporting for duty...Sir!


The enemy...

Smells like victory!


Down the barrel of a gun. Apparently, last year the instructor accidentally ran over a sheep. "Not a good look" as they say.

Tank Girls...

Shipdogs

Can't say that they need one of these in the heart of Leicestershire?


Business....

So, the next phase of the mission was to head back to Sheffield for some Shipdoggy PIMPing

"The Crowman", Lee and Carl.

Mark...

and Mark were P.I.M.Pin!

Blank might have taken me to the Hakkasan last week but it wasn't shit on Sheffield's finest Chinese restaurant....

Where's the karaoke in The Hakkasan?

Carl's BLING...

Look familiar? It's the DVD man from the Vice pub!

Motha fuckin P.I.M.P...

Worksop till we die...(not sure what i look like...a Gypsy? Inspector Gadget? F**k knows!)
A evening with the boys always means a flashback to 93...

Good to see that Daniel Johnston is alive and well hosting Karaoke nights in Sheffield...

I bet these birds can fix it!


Blanky made a late appearance but had to dash of early as he had a French Bulldog convention to attend early the next morning. WHAT?
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