The love story of the evening
Ohhhhhh! Here we have Craaaaaazy John, obviously not being able to believe his eyes at the shear beauty of Adele (that or he's just staring at her tits and likes what he sees):
Crazy: "Adele, I think you're incredible, will you leave Stef and marry me?"
Adele: "Oh John, HOW could I resist, and Stef who?!!"
Crazy: "Adele, you have made me the HAPPIEST man on the planet, evident by me producing the gayest/freakiest face on the planet!"
Adele: "Fonzie says Heyyyyyyy"
OK, perhaps I was a bit harsh just then, suggesting that Crazy had the freakiest face on the planet, what the HELL is up with my eyes?!
And not content with putting my arms around women:
Or keeping things out of my butt, apparently:
Here's James with Charlie brown, captain of a netball team that is going to get CRUSHED in a couple of weeks when we play him! Heh, heh, heh:
Here's Steve and Crazy, wondering if that's a camera in front of them:
Steve is such a top guy, *ahem* as he brought me a drink, Tequila. Now if you've ever been out on the piss with me in recent years, you will know that I've come come to the conclusion that NOTHING good has EVER come from doing Tequila. Sure, it's all fun and games at the time and it winds the evening riiiiiiight up, unfortunately, up to the point of no return... Here's a video of where it all starts to go hazy...