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Sunday 25th Jul 2004
  
(00:02, 00:05, 00:29) . . . so then we have pictures of M****, Tania and Mouse in transit. That's Simon sticking his fingers up behind M****'s head. I think we were on the way to the Lounge at this point. Yes. The picture on the right must be when we had reached the, er, the Lounge.
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(00:47) . . . that's Dave again. Dave helpfully pointed out that I had spelt his name wrong on my web-site on a number of occasions. If you're reading this, Dave, it's all been corrected now. Well, come to think of it, whether Dave's reading this, or not, the mistake has still been corrected. Although, I suppose you could argue that as only Dave was aware of the mistake, then Dave is the only person for whom the mistake has been corrected. Sorry for the mistake. Oh look, it's Sunday now. Forgot about that. Dave also had a problem with my web-site . . . I think around the time of my birthday . . . but I wasn't sure what the problem was. He told a few people, so maybe someone else understands. Maybe I was just a bit drunk. I think he mentioned how the pictures got blurry when he arrived on the day of my birthday celebrations. Perhaps that was the problem. God knows. Better be more careful with that camera though next time. Don't want to upset anyone else.
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(01:56) . . . and maybe I took more pictures at Bourbon, but they've since been deleted. It was okay here. Well, if you excuse the ugly, fat guy trying to dance (?!) with M****. He was one of those guys who just kind of gradually moves up to a lady until their personal space is well and truly being invaded. I don't think words or subtlety are involved in this, er . . . technique. I rescued M**** and the man shuffled off to his next target . . . and on and on it goes. The futility of it all . . .
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From left to right, times are 02:42, 02:43 and 02:58. Yeah, so . . . nothing too exciting going on here. This was probably before the pizzas had been ordered. The picture on the right . . . that's Mouse. She doesn't like to be photographed. I seem to remember it was a bit of a strange journey back. I was in a taxi with M**** . . . maybe Tania as well. I'm not sure. We went via a garage. The taxi driver was a bit bemused (though smiling) when M**** presented him with a bag of Minstrels, 'for his troubles'. I'm sure I went back to this garage at some point . . . perhaps for a Pepperami. Erm . . .
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This is at 03:00 and 03:01.
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