It will be crumpled and creased from the constant hand-scrunching and metronome swatting against his suitcase – the only check-in bag on the entire trip. The plastic polypocket will be wedged thick with flight tickets and hostel reservations. And Big Mike, the best man, will spend the first twenty minutes reading and rereading the A4 itinerary he typed up on MS Word. The five travelling from Caerphilly will drink on the minibus. He’ll tell them to bring euros and don’t bother packing shorts.
The best man won’t tell them it’s Dublin until they get to Bristol Airport.