He is to be married in a few weeks time and so this weekend has been abandoned to our pleasures and Oli's discomfiture.
Whilst his fiancee was having unctious oils massaged into her young tender skin in a Health Spa, this afternoon, my little Oli was lying on a carpet having Savlon rubbed into sixty or so circular weals received from the almighty hammering he took from the hundred or so sadistic maniacs with paintball guns.
I noticed that his Best Man, who ran the gauntlet with him, was vey careful to be twenty yards behind the naked guy, and only suffered minor skin blemishes, as every one was firing at Mankini Man.
Currently drinking beer and eating pizza in Don's. The groom is still standing.