The Sunday after the club dinner is traditionally a hung over caving trip to somewhere in Derbyshire. The only takers were Me, Tom and Olly. By midday, after several cups of caffeine we were sat at Olly's house and just about decided on doing Nettle Pot or something. Then I mentioned that Joel was in Manchester. Tom looked at Olly for a minute and so we were off to Manchester...
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