jonattonyeah we mostly sorted it out with public transport, but i remember one time a friends dad who was pretty cool picked us up from a semi-rural area at 9 am. the floors were red at the beginning of the night, our pants were up to our knees with a pink, caked-on plaster like substance. the look on his face at the state of us was priceless. 🤣

    ArchimedesQ …blimey yes!

    In fact, most of my memories are of the last 20mins/half hour when the lights went up and the big piano tunes came out… everyone dancing on the tables.

    This one takes me right back there:

      …there’s a bloke in that last pic that looks like me, sent it to a few mates and they all agree, it’s got to the point that its freaking me out and I can’t look at it anymore

      Can’t be Damo.

      They’ve all got hair.

      …a beret in this case, which tbf was en vogue circa ‘89/90’

      Dear Lord

      303abuser it takes a lot to get me to that level of enthusiasm for anything now.

      Not even the end of year awards?

          Smallman1 there are some exceptions of course. going outside without dying of exposure is about to be on that list too.

              Dubman i’ve had it on all morning, it only works up to -20. it’s like summer windshield washer fluid.