Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Battered

What feels like a long time ago (memory of a goldfish you see, it was probably yesterday), I attended an excellent fish banquet with Dave, Chris, Mark and Chaz. It was by the Thames so if I stared hard enough out the window I could start to pretend I was in the depths hauling up our catch myself. 

Who am I kidding? I couldn't have caught this much fish myself!


















And certainly not after that much wine. 

It would have been like croatia-bob-broke-foot-gate all over again... 





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