(14/02/09)
Meel’s is heading back to good ol’ NZ
finally, so she threw her going away party the other week. I’ve finally managed
to get this page up!
Was a rip roaring night at Waxy’s in
Piccadilly Circus.
Here I am with Tans and Ian, who’s helping me
pick up TV reception:
Grant and Bridge, camera person already
feeling the effects of a few drinks…
Dayle and Jane showing what a good dentist
can do:
Craig and I, showing what a bad plastic
surgeon can do:
Amanda, Meel’s and Grant, looking pretty
excited as the next drinks round is brought to them:
Amanda, Meel’s and my friend Bob (only people
with an IQ greater than 160 can see Bob):
Craig helping Tania say some Prayers while
Dayle looks in vain for her wallet to pay for the beers:
Here’s me, turning what would have been just another
wonderful photo of gorgeous ladies into something more…
Tan’s and Meel’s helping Amanda to sit
upright after she did 5 Tequila slammers in a row:
Ian (before he’s had any drinks), showing Nic
how he picked up Shan way back in the day:
Robyn and Jane, looking like they’ve been up
to no good:
Robyn showing off her mighty pythons while
Dayle still searches for her wallet:
I didn’t realise at the time when I took this
photo, but my fly was down, fortunately Grant, Meel’s and Amanda told me after:
Bec’s and Bridge, baring their teeth to ward
off the marauding wildlife:
At one stage during the evening, I thought it
would be a freaken awesome idea to make paper airplanes and throw them at other
groups of people around the pub:
TAKE OFF!
I think Bridge’s expressing sums up what
happened:
Poor Meel’s, wasn’t quite right after the
airplane incident… Sorry, Meel’s, I didn’t mean to throw it quite that hard…
Grant was not impressed with me for a full 5 mins after I did that:
Ian was so hungry at this stage that he ate
my paper plane, much to Nic’s amusement. Poor Jane just couldn’t look as she’s strictly
a non-vegetarian:
It was Michele’s turn to pose
next to the Coops statue, depicting sleeping beauty:
Grant and Tans, right after I said the punch
line of one of my many awesome jokes:
Nic and Coops were not impressed with Ian
squeezing out a fart at the table:
Not sure who took this photo, but it obviously
was of the two chicks making out over Jane’s left shoulder:
Grant surprised me a bit here as he tried to
combine the power his, Craig’s and my brain in to what he likes to call, a “super-brain”.
The combination would have unimaginable synaptic ability, more powerful than
the amalgamation of up to three household cats:
Shan turned up to the party too late to get her
free set of red contact lenses:
Ian tried desperately to lick off the sticky
jam that caused us to become stuck together:
And that was a wee taste of the evening! Mmm,
tasted like flowers.
By Tony Baker: email