I am off to the twentieth Triple Tipple today.
It was first run in response to the tragic death of a Whitton girl, Nadine Cribb, who was felled by cancer at the age of 16. I lived in Whitton then. I remember celebrating with her, crafty under age boozer that she and her friends were, after an all clear that turned out to be a false dawn.
Every year since this event has been raising money for Cancer Research. It is now approaching the £100,000 mark.
The Triple Tipple is a three-legged (two people whose legs are taped together to form a three-legged beast) pub crawl around four pubs in Whitton; the Admiral Nelson, the Duke of Cambridge, the White Hart and the Prince Albert.
It doesn't make sense. Strictly it is a quadruple tipple. There is nowhere I would rather be.