Finally breaking free!

...or something like that! I broke free of the majority of work this weekend and went on a typical Kung Fu pub crawl involving plentiful drinking games and most delightful table manners! Truly we were on form, well at least until the dangerous effects of rum began to kick in - resulting in us/me only making it as far as the pub (though we were there until 1am) and then a nice wee trip home to the kebab shop in the taxi.

Lucas's schlong art on the back of Martin's coat clearly inspired us all to produce some exquisite photos throughout the night. First off was Harry's legendary puppy impression, followed by, well ok I'm lying that's about it! However I think we did catch a photo of Lucas falling in love with a couple of juice producers.

Later in the night Rob developed the theory that his personal hygiene, or lack thereof was a potent aphrodisiac and began running trials on an unsuspecting and as far as we know unphased Harry. The results were inconclusive so the tests do continue. Most of the rest of the night involved us all being very merry (until the rum kicked in for me!) and generally bullying Rob for his flagrant ignorance of International Drinking Rules and the law and order which they bestow upon their duty-bound patriots. The video provides a deeper insight than I could ever explain.

The night continued on in a similar vain as the levels of discontentment through the ranks deepened.

There are very few normal photos to show from this night, I believe mainly to the fact that photography was deligated through inability to Lucas who gleefully snapped away at everything in sight, especially when we made it back to the house which produced a phenominal number of photos (101 all told) of very similar scenes of people sitting on the couches! Haha - at least we caught the moment!

Here's one from slightly earlier on featuring Nicky our honory Kung-Fuer for the night, also featuring as Martin's seemingly less-honored girlfriend...well is it me or does he look quite confused about who has just sat on his lap?! Then again it could just be fear we see exhibited in his eyes.

So following a Kebab as was necessary, and which did prove to perk some of us up for a while (me?!), we headed back to the good old house that is branded 57. At some point bed called so I departed, to find half an hour later that apparently jumping into bed with poor tired souls and rubbing your nipple on them is actually considered normal in Southampton! Special thanks go to Lucas and Rob for the production of this second feature film - what to do when your friend is unable to defend himself.

All in all a quality night out with a quality bunch of people once again!