Well, JPC, Andy and Steve made it into rainy O'town last night, in fine fettle and obviously having taken advantage of Continental Airlines in-flight hospitality - apparently they pissed-off a few of their fellow passengers with their communal singing.
We had a relaxed dinner, accompanied by a few cold beers and just when I thought they were falling asleep into their puddings, they got a collective second wind and were very receptive to the idea of visiting one of the local and particularly skanky ("We like skanky" - JPC) Irish bars. Several Nigerian Lagers later, I left them to it. They are still there, for all I know.
We're just waiting for stragglers, Rick Cutler, Fax and Hazleggs and we'll be set.
