Well shit.
I already committed to drinking sixteen pints in honour of his trip to jolly ole LONDON.
Twelve turkey legs, three White Sturgeon - whole, 46 bags of chips, 16 bottles of rum - unknown volume, and two keggers of cheesecake later and I am ready to tell you gents that not one of you turdbiscuits better pick Jack Medley before me. I will be highly sad.