Four nights out in a row culminated in a friend's stag do yesterday/last night. My head now hurts. Had a great time getting dive-bombed by vultures, owls, and eagles at the Hawk Conservancy Trust near Andover for our day out which I'd very much recommend, then to a supposedly haunted pub in Salisbury before heading back home to more pubs and asking simply for 'the weirdest drink/shot you have' for the titular stag. A very fun day, even if the best man was three years late organising it..!

I'm off to find something suitably unhealthy to eat to wake me up before watching the final Liverpool pre-season friendly that I missed last night.

How is everyone else? Hopefully suitably excited that the football season started yesterday? Have you ever been dive-bombed by vultures?