For months our main man Dan has not graced us with his presence on a club trip. 

The dinners have been getting stale. The evening dive sticks have the same amount of people. There is no one shouting "My Man!" everytime someone enters a room. 

With our peer pressure, Dan will be forced to come to Strangford Lough for Halloween, ridding the club of Thai Green Curry Blues and Spag Bol Syndrome. Dan will be able to feed us with his company, the greatest meal of all.