Some hairy sasquatch wandered in from the trees late at night, grabbed Cynthia and proceeded to test the flexibility of her neck while I watched on in wonderment at natures creation:
Only I got the true hang of Blue Steel. Turns out that a half eaten slice of bread didn't help Nick's attempt at all, neither did a wet forearm help Dennis's attempt, thanks anyway, Lindsey.
That, or it was a Nick sandwich and Lindsey was going for the pickle, can't really remember what the hell was going on!
Dennis, showing of the strength of his nipples:
No-one believe Cynthia when she claimed to have made the wedding cake, she proved all of us wrong by showing off her cake making skills there and then:
All the ladies were in shock and awe, clambering away after Mark's deadly ripper:
Caroline won the best waxed underarm competition no problem:
I strongly objected to the Tony sandwich, as you can imagine:
After dropping my two pints and falling over backwards drunk, Lindsey was there to save the day:
Bridget regretted asking for a hug...
After discussing with Dennis and Matt about our new band, we decided that we needed to differentiate ourselves from all the other boy band out there, by getting a "special" singer to join us, thanks James:
Bridget always scratches her bum in the most sexy of ways:
And, well, any caption I make up for this pic simply won't do it justice. Thanks YMCA youth club:
Bridget's discrete fart outside was caught by my all seeing camera...
...as was the resulting haze:
After many attempts, we were finally happy with our album cover:
After an epic night, filled with copious amounts of vodka and merriment, we awoke with hangovers and proceeded to the castle dungeon to partake in castle games:
James, getting lucky, very lucky:
Mark, realising he needs to buy new shoes:
Ian, showing Dennis how to impress the ladies correctly:
One of the many losing teams:
Which was unfortunate, considering the size of their wood stack:
Our mighty stick piling effort, we ended up winning more coins, thanks to our musical talents on the recorder:
Wandering to the next event, with our usual chants of "WE'RE NUMBER ONE! WE'RE NUMBER ONE!!!":
Another activity was chucking a spear at a cabbage, Bonks...
...really hated cabbages:
Click next to see another picture of a girl throwing!!!
By Tony Baker: email