| 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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