Definitely not enough firelighters
Tomo with freshly-zinced sniffer
The back of my head, and some other stuff.
More bits of DoC's head
These sausages appeared to be filled with petrol. Nobody ate them. Pixies Laughed.
Zinco, whatserface, foldyarms, and opulenthag
Britta, hjalkar, elin and doc, none of whom are talking to each other,
tomo washes up
Doc not anticipating good beer, pixies doing his uncanny dmcaul impression, soe other guy, and Dizzy drinking a genuine stubby.
Britta is slightly amused at what passes for australian music in our house
starfish and elin talk animatedly, as if in a picture.
Mael, that guy who treats 'em mean, and dmcaul.
Boring civilised sitting-room people (britta, grimnar and george).
Wishkah and tomo, rish pub quiz championeys display their prize for the edification of a certain loser.
tomo found this torch at the bottom of the sea, replaced the batteries in it, and it worked. Goodness knows how long it was down there, but I'm sure if I were a diver it'd be dead impressive. Pixies is afraid of torches.
Apparently, not enough attention was being drawn to the torch, so dizzy's showing of it, and my disembodied hand served as a good reminder of the main subject of this picture.
Pixies and some other guy stare longingly at the last of the food.
Don't make me fookin' stabyeh.
What this party needs is a tedious board game.
That, and a flag-burning. Notice Shane's politically-fuelled glazed expression.
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That's not me, it's my evil australia-hating twin.
This was taken about 3 seconds after the last picture. They don't make flags like they usedta.