THE CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG.

Well it's been out for a while. 

Ever since at my leaving drinks my 

Dad walked up to the boys and went 

"So when's Vegas then?" - Lead balloon.

So I've spent the past 5 months convincing

 him it's not Vegas. There was 

"the boys want to take you somewhere"

 - in an attempt to say that I won't be flying

 half the way around the world to see him

 - which backfired as he didn't want to go

 anywhere. So I had to say "what if I am coming?"

 Then there was "Fionagate" where we had 

to pursuade the bride to be to let him go. 

We've had reported slips from Sharon, 

and JT but according to The Stag

 (or "The Buck" as they call them here) 

he didn't have a scooby until he received this.

(That's a poker chip -just incase 

you're confused by the scale.)

So he now knows. Part one is Vegas.

Well it's sort of half way between 

here and London.

And I leave Sydney tomorrow morning.

THE BEST MAN.