Blogmeet 4 - March 27th 2004

The fourth Manchester Blogmeet, and a better bunch of reprobates you couldn't hope to come across. I've no idea how much alcohol was consumed between us, but I know that somewhere between 16 and 20 vodka shots were deposited down my neck, along with a couple of pints.

Luckily we didn't get too much into the cocktails and shooters, or the world would be even messier than it probably is today. It's going to happen in the future, you just know it.

The Blogmeet 4
There were more cameras than a shitty stick could be shaken at. Honest.

Starting the day the way it has to go on. Unfortunately the bar staff were pretty efficicent, and wouldn't let us disgrace ourselves by leaving all the glasses on the table
Yes, it's a goldfish-bowl full of alcoholic cocktail. God knows what was in it, but it was purple.

Your beloved host in standard "full on charm offensive". I think I've got that the right way round.
Lori, Cat, Bondage Tape. The night just went downhill from here, really.

Sarah and Jane in "Rabbit in the Headlights" shock photo scare.

Strappy tops are a privilege, not a right. No idea who this was, but it was hard to resist trying to undo the knots in the straps. I nearly managed it, too.

Cat being led by Lori. The temptation to say "Cat being treated like a dog" is too strong, can't resist it.

Tonight, Matthew, I'm going to be Roger Moore.

Meg hadn't had one that big in her hands for quite a while, so she took her time inspecting it.

Or maybe, Matthew, I'm going to be Indiana Jones. On the lash. In Manchester.

The angle of this shot makes it look dodgier than it really was. Honest. "Sarah getting to grips with Gert" is another title I can't resist.

Topper tilts his head in order to make the world go level. Although novel, it proved to absolutely not work.

Chris and Naomi. A happy couple. And not even pissed at the time.

Topper hits orbital velocity. No idea what Chris was photographing by this time. In the Lass O' Gowrie, it could've been anything.

Chris and Topper, plus what appears to be Gary Glitter on day release.

The Blogmeet 4	There were more cameras than a shitty stick could be shaken at. Honest.
Starting the day the way it has to go on. Unfortunately the bar staff were pretty efficicent, and wouldn't let us disgrace ourselves by leaving all the glasses on the table	Yes, it's a goldfish-bowl full of alcoholic cocktail. God knows what was in it, but it was purple.
Your beloved host in standard "full on charm offensive". I think I've got that the right way round.	Lori, Cat, Bondage Tape. The night just went downhill from here, really.
Sarah and Jane in "Rabbit in the Headlights" shock photo scare.	Strappy tops are a privilege, not a right. No idea who this was, but it was hard to resist trying to undo the knots in the straps. I nearly managed it, too.
Cat being led by Lori. The temptation to say "Cat being treated like a dog" is too strong, can't resist it.	Tonight, Matthew, I'm going to be Roger Moore.
Meg hadn't had one that big in her hands for quite a while, so she took her time inspecting it.	Or maybe, Matthew, I'm going to be Indiana Jones. On the lash. In Manchester.
The angle of this shot makes it look dodgier than it really was. Honest. "Sarah getting to grips with Gert" is another title I can't resist.	Topper tilts his head in order to make the world go level. Although novel, it proved to absolutely not work.
Chris and Naomi. A happy couple. And not even pissed at the time.	Topper hits orbital velocity. No idea what Chris was photographing by this time. In the Lass O' Gowrie, it could've been anything.
Chris and Topper, plus what appears to be Gary Glitter on day release.