Underworld at Somerset House.
Corking birthday pressie, Al |
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Gggggeorge, Candice, Phil &
Guy also in attendance |
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JB fails to woo Libbs, as was his
dream of 8 years ago, is forced to settle |
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Libby, displaying Eskimo-like
pallour -- too many hours in the Underbelly |
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Chilling out, Edinburgh-style (as
in, McBloody Freezing) |
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"Pennspawn" (nice, JB) |
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JB & I carpemus diem.
"Reeeeoooooowwwwww" |
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Libbs tries it on with famous
actor type, Steven Berkoff, explaining she's a "media whore". He
replies without irony "I'd say whore". |
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An IQ gap of 100 is not abnormal
in siblings, Dr Penn explains to me |
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Cathy, more clothes than horse |
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Have we not met before? |
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Renee directs Stacey's
bachelorette party (ventiquattro, madonna mia!) |
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The Fab Four feel no pain |
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25th hour not in sight,
hoffentlich |
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It must have been a UFO |
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KatManBuze |
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Er, it was a biker theme, innit? |
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Terry, back in the fold |
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Leaving do for Cush, destined for
Redlands & the dossy lifestyle of ESRI |
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A mere 3 days before we were all
whacked |
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Except for Nonski |
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Whacking morning: adding self to
wall of shame |
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They can take my pride & my
cube, but they can't take my severance cheque |
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Not a bad end to the morning at
Potts |
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Mertz laughing hardest |
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Former layoffee Shiv was there to
guide us through it |
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