Holy cow! Even bearing in mind FS's ability to shoot the camera at the precise moment we were pulling ridiculous faces, I look absolutely terrible by the end of the evening!
Not like the younger whippersnappers SZ and JPC who were still apparently stone cold sober at 06.30 monday. And as it was so goddam hot, why had I still got my jacket on? Yoinks! I must have been really pissed and frankly I haven't felt so ill in ages as I was the following afternoon.