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Nan wants postcard from stag weekend

A NAN has told her grandson that she expects a nice postcard from his stag weekend in Amsterdam.

After telling his grandma that he was going to the vice capital, Stephen Gerving found himself committed to posting her an account of his pleasant activities.

Gerving said: “She wants a picture of tulips and a windmill-themed magnet to stick it to the fridge. How am I going to manage that? I’ll be off my tits for four days. Are postcards still even a thing?

“And how am I going to tell the lads mid-spliff that I need to nip off to locate a souvenir shop, find a post office and figure out how to ask for a stamp in a language I don’t speak?

“And anyway, what would I write? ‘Hi Nan, having such a good time I don’t know what day it is. Weather is lovely though have caught a chill falling in the canal. Food great, but mainly hash cakes so I’m about to throw a monumental whitey. Love, Steve x’.

“My nan’s lovely, but I don’t think she knows what goes on here, especially on stag dos.”

Margaret Gerving said: “He thinks he’s the first person to discover Amsterdam. Let’s see him try and find a postcard without a picture of a prozzie or a bifter on it. That’ll teach him to miss a weekend visit.”

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