Viva Vas Vegas

We took a trip back home recently, and had a great time.

....Caught up with friends.

....Went to the pub.

....Ate fish & chips.

....Introduced Gaby to her grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins. She took it all in her stride.... slept through most of it in fact.

We timed our trip to coincide with the annual camping trip we take with three other families. Myself and the other dads afforded ourselves a little nostalgia as we kicked back in the Derbyshire countryside, supping down our warm beers; remembering the first of these trips a few summers ago when we had a grand total of three kids between us. These days, of course you're no-one unless you've got at least two kids of your own.

Gobsmacked by our own virility, the banter was flowing and - as the empty Carling cans piled up and we admitted defeat in controlling our phalanx of hyperactive kids - Graham came out with one of his classic lines - Viva Vas Vegas!

It's a You-Had-To-Be-There joke but it deserves a nod to my three fellow, soon-to-be-sterile Dads for a plan well-hatched; Vegas will be a Boys On Tour trip like no other - a bit of gambling, take in a show and then buy a cushion each! And we won't need to buy bigger tents!