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[20:25:08] You'll feel that in the morning. |
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[20:48:22] Welcome to Stanhope Road. |
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[20:49:30] Exactly who would live in a house like this? |
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[21:05:58] John (me) and Rob, looking mean and mauled respectively. |
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[21:11:22] So this here is Mark then. |
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[21:13:44] ...and of course we have Dale. |
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[21:16:38] Oh no, I've broken it! Whatever it is. |
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[21:22:04] Errrr.... I think this game involved picking up cardboard boxes with your mouth. I never really quite understood the dynamics of it. |
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[21:22:58] Introducing... Justin's arse. |
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[21:25:18] You can tell a lot about a house from the radiator taps. |
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[21:29:20] Here comes Byrnie. He's blue ba ba dee ba ba doo ba da ba dee ba ba doo ba ba dee ba da doo... etc. |
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[21:30:58] There's Yeti then, a walking advert for Oil of Ulay (or should I say Olay nowadays?). |
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[21:34:24] Recent research shows that corkscrew injuries are on the increase. |
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[21:38:20] Ermmmm.... |
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[21:41:02] This is random bloke. |
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[21:43:32] Just look at that detail. Yep, even his hands are blue, ba da ba bee ba ba do etc. |
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[21:54:56] Byrnie demonstrates his subtle ability to blend in with his surroundings. |
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[21:56:12] I have no idea of the significance of this whatsoever. |
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[21:58:46] Here is Freddy (in the mask), and his girlfriend, Marie-Clauge (from Luxembourg!). |
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[22:05:20] Some kind of lighting problem must have occurred here. |
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[22:14:48] Mark and Justin enjoy their own private vicars and tarts party. |
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[22:16:22] A bit of mutual recursion. |
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[22:19:22] Some funny game involving walking along with cans or something. |
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[22:20:20] Mark demonstrated how the good book can help in almost any situation. |
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[22:22:40] Further crimes are comitted against photography. |
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[22:24:20] Mark is still on all fours. Erm. |
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[22:32:24] My. Those shoes look comfortable. |
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[22:38:00] Ben talks to a girl with an alarming facial hair problem about cavity wall insulation. |
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[22:46:46] Mark takes his priestly duties a little too far. |
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[22:47:38] Too.... many... names... Errr Rob, with, errrr, some girl. |
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[22:47:54] Now, now, less of this sort of thing. |
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[22:48:48] This, sunshine, is frankly not on. However, closer inspection will reveal that this picture is in fact totally innocent, as I in fact have a pair of scissors in my hand and am simply trying to remove a loose thread. |
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[22:51:24] Quickly the throng degenerates into a conversation about mytocondrial DNA. |
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[22:55:26] Yes, seating space was limited. |
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[22:56:48] What an interesting array of facial expressions. |
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[22:57:34] Please pause here to appreciate how nice my trousers are. |
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[23:00:02] Edith! I've found another dead bishop on the landing. |
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[23:00:22] Rob fails to appreciate this rather touching scene. |
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[23:01:24] Just because you're sitting (or lying) down, doesn't mean you can't dance. Conversely, just because you're standing up, doesn't mean you can either. |
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[23:01:54] John ponders underfelting. |
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[23:02:12] Dale wonders whether or not the ego really does posit itself. |
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[23:03:20] This, also, is frankly just not on. |