Twas a normal weekend in Wolverhampton when I was just sitting at home and the phone rang. Who could it be? The national lottery telling me I'd won a million without even betting? Charlie Dimmock asking me out for lunch? No - to my surprise and delight, it was Zane. Although he had no major plans, I'd managed to convince him to drive the 150 miles it is from his house to mine to come and visit and drink lots. He had no car but this wasn't a problem to Zane. He said yes and arrived in Wolverhampton at around 9pm.

Due to the sheer amount of pictures that were taken, I've had to create a mini-gallery. You can navigate through the pictures by either clicking on a thumbnail, or using the slideshow feature found at the bottom-righthand side of your screen.