Ouch

Fiona swings a crazed right hook

Ravin!

Techno, Techno, Techno!!!

Fifi

Those soor plums were fair strong

The Start of the Night

Rhitu leaves

But not before he tucks into the malty brown goodness of the sponge!

Escape!

Sopping wet i escaped from the infernal epsom cavity and began laying waste to all around me with my laser eye!

Womb for one more?

It doesnt look that threatening?

I Spy

Try as I might I cannot find the hidden cameras anywhere. Perhaps its time to get this party started

The brackish deep

My courage begins to slough away from me, much like the skin of the tanks last victim in its saline clutches.

The poisedon adventure..

The flotation tank winks at me with salty abandon as i sally forth to its pallid depths

Tongue madness

Of course the night wouldnt be the night if the dawg didnt get the tongue oot!

Ah the air has cleared!

The fartiness has cleared and Fiona's smile like a shy woodland creature emerges again!

Farty nonsense

Fi shows her disgust for the bottom pumpers

Fifi in pintage shame

The world reels in disgust at Fiona drinking yet another shandy

Smokin snowmen

That pipe will be the death of that little chap! Or maybe the wee guy with the pitchfork will!

Becks

Becks is smashin eh!

No moet, no showy...

No chandon no band on!

What kind of fruit is this?!

Taking a break from my hard work making xmas snowflakes for the office. I pop out at lunchtime to see the weird winter sights of glasgow!

Hard graft

Yep this old ICT game can be rough sometimes! :-P

Payday for Meesterboom

Hurrah for the big wine?