I have no recollection of ever being up there. H would you know the answer to that one.
You're asking the wrong one here Sav. I have collated everyone's photos from last year, and am considering ordering them in date/time order and attempting an animation. It may go some way to explaining what the hell I got up to for six days.
I'm not sure if you were with us when we made the champagne bar, I remember I was very tiddley.
I do remember pouring our champagne into beer glasses so as to aid the drinking technique. When Dicko decided he needed to take a leak, he couldn't trust us with his glass, fearing we might drain it whilst he was away being drained as it were. He was right, we would have. So before leaving his glass with us he got his old todger out and put it in the champagne and wiggled it around a little, confident after that we wouldn't go anywhere near it. He came back, looking very smug with himself, and went on to finish his drink. That was when we told him that while he'd been away, we'd all indulged in a little todger dangling in his drink. Aren't those bubbles invigorating!?
It was shortly after that, that I think I was shot. Well, at least I went down like JFK in the back of the limo. (I remember being disappointed that you guys wouldn't check out the Grassy Knoll for me. I then got excited at the prospect of a Book Suppository. (How p*ssed do you have to be to be unable to find the JK venue?)
Anyway Sav, if you weren't there, we'll lead you on. Leave a trail of breadcrumbs...
H
