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After exhausting myself mentally, physically and, most disturbingly of all, sexually, discovering the truth behind Gabrielles unfortunate incident with Skeletor, I now have to admit that all future material for this blog will just be lazy rehashes of that material, and nob jokes.

Friday night is, of course, UK binge drinking night, a public holiday that we all celebrate in honour of the Queens sons marriage to the horse that did Mr. Hands in.

Yes, I had my camera. Yes I was drunk. Yes I forgot to take many pictures, in fact I managed 4, 1 with me and my friend Ian gurning, 2 of darkness and one blurry shot of the band. I'm really getting tempted now to take drunk photography courses. I reckon if I enrole for a regular course and sink a small bottle (250ml) of whiskey just before class, my drunk brain will learn the skills in no time at all, in a similar way that listening to language tapes as you sleep lets you be bilingual in your dreams.



Silvery in action. Yes, they really are that blurry in real life.