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Sue Brattle sensibly took some pictures before everyone was totally rat-arsed..
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..but 10 minutes later all her good work was in vain
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Waitress! Get me a can of Vegemite pepper spray for fending off giant bear-hugging Aussies!!
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Right, on the count of three, everyone sneak off and leave snoozy Lesley to pay the bill...
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Jacqui: Well we went to Dubai, and I'm just back from Texas, and now I'm off skiing for the rest of the week. Ray & Glenys: Zzzzzzzzzzzz...
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Helen: I've been there.. mm.. there
too... yes, I'm going there next month |
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Finally free of Geoff's grip, shaken Helen orders a treble brandy
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No matter how much Siobhan tries to mug and gurn, Alex's steely gaze effortlessly dominates the picture
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Idleness rules... by failing to organise any awards, I finally get one myself
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I didn't get where I am today without impersonating a teapot..
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Phew.. now that's over I can get stuck into the Jack Daniel's
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Sorry mate.. never seen you before in me life. No I don't want to buy a bit of a restaurant in France, thanks
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Oh gawd, if I don't watch myself here she'll have swiped all my freshly- ground coffee
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See Brian, all you have to do is get a savage crop like Dave's and your greyness problems vanish
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So Dave, what about that effing time
you effing met the effing Beatles' PR man? Dave? Dave? DAVE!!? |
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And so, the end is near, and when they've gone, I'll close these curtains...
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Show ush the way to go home, hic, we're tired and we want to go to, where was it again? Oh yes, Liverpool Street
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Well I'm as sober as a Jolly...
and she had that nice little kip so she's fresh as a daisy |
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And finally, a big round of applause for our brilliant chef, Ewa...
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