
West End, stalls seats
Hamilton in the stalls — craned necks, a standing ovation, and a group that couldn't stop humming the opening number on the walk to the tube.
Twenty-five years of weekends that went down in legend — tournaments lifted, matchdays survived, spa robes ruined. The first frames are already up on the wall; the rest are being dusted off and framed as we speak.

Hamilton in the stalls — craned necks, a standing ovation, and a group that couldn't stop humming the opening number on the walk to the tube.
Blue-chip firms, FA referees, live scoring and a trophy lift that got emotional.
A stag group of ten, a European tie under the lights, and a tapas bill we won't mention.

Robes on, phones off, thermal baths on. The bride still hasn't come down.

Twelve teams, one golden goal, and a presentation nobody wanted to end.
Central hotel, official tickets, and a group chat that went very quiet at full time.

Nobody knew where they were going until the airport — and it turned out to be England under the lights: flares on the touchline, 80,000 phones in the air, and a group that lost its voices before kick-off.
🍺 Status update: the football is a memory, the hangovers are still lingering. Full recovery and full photo album to follow.
Every photo on this page started as a group chat saying "shall we just do it?" — yours could be the next frame on the wall (and the next hangover on the list).