The Spare Page

At the moment this page is devoted to a drinks race that a friend (a Mr David Brown of the College of Food Technology) and I had about a year ago. There was three races (the second of which no photographs exist), each with one pint of a specially brewed cocktail (not a poncy one either - this (honestly) was made only of Bacardi Rum, Cheap Vodka, Some Form Of Brandy, Grant's Whisky, and Martini).

Pick 1 to 2 - the first race. Pick 2 show's David stopping (not because he had finished though).

Pick 3 shows the start of the reason why David stopped (no further pics of this reason exist).

Pick 4 is the start of my victory dance.

Pick 5 shows the start of race 3.

Pick 6 show's that I'm not actually racing anyone. David had enough and I don't seem to care.

Pick 7 show's David while we grab eggs and run upstairs to attack folk.

Bag containing a lot of David and Ewans sick (it is apparently fun to throw up in a bag. try it.) is thrown across kitchen at the cooker by myself. Last memory ('bout 9pm) is this. Loose all memory after said point until 3.30am. Do something to finger and bugger it up (will never know what) before said time.

Pick 8 shows me once they find me (with a pint glass still in hand mind!). Apparently I had been missing some two hours. Like they cared.

Pick 9 shows me, probably after being kicked repeatedly to wake me up

Pick 10 is not relevant, but we were going down that hill f'ing fast before there was an 'accident' (accident my arse - he aimed for that bump).

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