Best man for the job?

So on this set of rest days I did a bit of a round-trip to see my brother down south, back via the girlfriend.

My brother specifically I hadn’t seen for a good few months now and I made a real effort to drive the few hundred miles to see him as he’s going abroad.

With work.

In a few weeks.

To sunny Helmand province.

Afghanistan.

Hence the special effort, to see him before he goes.

Over breakfast my brother asked me if I would like to be his best man, which was a real surprise and honour. Last time round he chose one of his friends, and to be honest I was absolutely fine with that. Honoured I am, ah yes, but there is responsibility.

Even though it won’t be until next April, I’m a little intimidated by getting up and speaking in front of a few hundred people; taking a fine line between humour and ceremony.

However there are the fun parts. I get an active party in planning his ‘stag’ do.

Adventure sports?

Strippers?

Adventure sports with strippers?

Thankfully I’ve got plenty of time.

But at the rate this year is going…