Just returned from a post Manchester Stag Weekend (thankfully more canoeing and walking in the rain than Red Bull fuelled lap dancing debauchery) and great to see photos of the event. Thankfully I wasn't thrown out for wearing my Fat jersey at a track meeting (nor Mr K for wearing baggy shorts).
Definitely recommend going to a track meeting, my first one 'live' - are there always 3 British golds from three finals and two World Records? After two hours of shouting like a loon I was completely hoarse and emotionally drained, so much so that I didn't even have the presence of mind to stalk Miss Pendleton.