Every couple of years we get the band back together, here travelling across the Atlantic, stuff or from different parts of the US to enjoy such manly pursuits as drinking three or possibly four pints of beer in one evening.

In 2012 the destination was Chicago which endured our lively high-jink and late-night banter. In return we endured the worst hot-wings ever made, which were highly recommended by ‘the guy who was here about an hour ago.’