Naked Twister with 'Team Amazing'

The games were not so bad, I made four balloon dogs and pretended I only did one (cheating) to gain us lots of points. Then I flirted outrageously with one of the girly game referees for a couple of extra balls we didnt deserve or earn (What do balls make? Points apparently) Our team thus scored the highest ever apparently. Ah the joys of team playing ;o) A bottle of wine and a medal, whilst the second placed puppies nashed their teeth in frustration at our prowess.

Team Building - one year on

Last time we went team building it was sunny and we were sent to Loch Lomond in the sun, building bridges and quaffing large. This time we were sent to Eastern Europe (Coatbridge-ish). It was grey, it was raining and the only thing in sight was some scaffolding. The word gulag popped into my head frequently.

'Pot' Holing

I take some time out at one point in the Pot to go caving. Good lord. . We find a midget!

Melting Pot Madness

Craig talks to the hand as we boogy the night away in one of the better Melting Pots of late!

Testing

Ghosty ghost

As the 'almighty' Boston once sang.. I closed my eyes and she slipped away. You know, the bit before the twee guitar solo 'Waaah waahah wah waaah, waaaah waaah wawawawaaah'!!

Citizen Smith Rejoice!

I have finally found the perfect drink for my brother. It suits him, hehe!!

Testing

Pubs are for Tramps

What better way to watch the Scotland game than to watch it in the Malmaison champagne bar? Why indeed, whilst the plebs fought and bickered outside in the rain the 3 amigos relaxed with our Bolly, olives and lightly toasted almonds. Tis only a shame Scotland got roughly taken up the bahookie!

Fishing bait

Craig releases the little tykes. Perhaps next year near this spot we may catch a glimpse of the offspring if any of these nippers survive to maturity.

Mummy, can i have a pony?

Resembling some tightly stretched baw skin Mr C shows his new face to the world!

The cutting floor

Despite his pleas for mercy and the bad jokes tumbling from my mouth like little russian acrobats, the cutting continued. A hush had descended upon the crowd, they had expected a show but not this charnel house of pain!

Dred or Dead

Before the beasting takes place craig looks at me with pleading in his eyes like a baby seal. Little did this baby seal know that this Dawg still liked the clubbin!

Hat of the Gods

Its feckin freezin. Whilst hat shopping for the unfortunate soon to be dredless Mr C i spotted this cheeky chap, Yay! No more cold head for I and besides, I have always admired Elmer Fudd!!

Jealous, moi?

When yer pal is in new york you cant help feel a tad jealous when u get sent a picture like this! Boo hiss!!!

All dredded up and they are going to go!

Mr C is going for the big one and its all for the kids, ooer!! Yes on Friday Mr C is having them foosty bandangos on his head all shaved off for Children in Need. Cor blimey and rubaduck and no mistake what might lie in wait under there? I shall be the man doing the shaving and if you blunder across this page whether by accident or design please donate a wee bitty to the poor weans (here). I dare say he is dredding it but all the money helps. I promise I shant do a dredful job :o) See this page for "action" packed photos of the event on Friday!

Beware the Ninja!

In reply to the chap who wondered where all the scottish big issue sellers had gone. Killed obviously.

And the night went on.... and on.... and on

In what can only be described as a feat worthy of Hercules himself; the T man and I went to the pub. Then the Motorhead/Alice Cooper gig. Then the Buff club, finally rounding off our "journey" at the casino where we continued to drink til morning like the addled orangutangs we had become. Did you know that you arent allowed to take pictures of croupiers dealing? Pah I sneer at your human "laws".

Blurry, but so was the night..

If you peer closely and use your imagination you can almost see Lemmy from Motorhead belting out the Ace of Spades. Thankfully the gig was very busy as I was almost falling down drunk and the press of people kept me upright.

The Bow Tie Tying Contest

Thus the time came for the annual bow tie tying event. Competition was fierce indeed, especially from the man known only as "squint" who demonstrated his remarkable "crushed silk baw" technique. However I am sure you would agree there could only be one winner.

BEHOLD!!!

Phoned yesterday for am upgrade and it came today! 5 megapixel joy, could i BE any happier!!! Note - picture taken by shitey old phone :)

Biggles?

Haloween. The streets were awash with 'zany' students bedecked in colorful nylon. Myself and my twin took a moment from the far too many pints on a weeknight to ponder.