And here we have the photos from my most recent piss up. No sofas, livings rooms or fireplaces were harmed in the production of these phots. However, several livers and sets of lungs were damaged, and many dignities were severly dinted (yes, that's you james)
Here's James, searching desperately for his dignity
It's the Thursday night Sci-Fi club, taking a break from deep and meaningful discussions on the subject of teleportation and space/time travel to smile for the camera (left to right Heather, Dave and James)
And again... (although i seem to have wandered off in search of beer)
Ahhhhh, don't they make such a cute couple? hang on, they look like they might be nearly sober! How the Hell did that happen?
Come the morning...
The dressing gown club, back from their trip to the co-op for bacon and black pudding (sadly enough, that's true)
For some reason, Rachel doesn't look very happy about being attacked by Beth...
Errr, surely I had more money than that?
As long as you say you're okay James...
Rachel and Beth hug, while Dave and James debate the finer points of something or other, while I search for my beer.
