It's the morning after the night before. And I've either shouted too much last night, or have the mother of all sore throats 
Great night out, everyone about, and thanks to my speedy driving, an earlier than normal start to the evening.
I could go into details, but pictures speak a thousand words, so click away on the extended bit below:
The Bell's, out again, and arguing that it HAS to be Mum's round 
The birthday boy himself
Ian, in shock, as he realises it's his round and his wallet's on the coffee table at home 
"You couldn't lend me a tennie, Nige, and half your "Sidies"
The drinks in again, except Terry wasn't 100% convinced no-one had spat in his....
Despite the admiration of Nige's sideburns, Kev spent most of the night refusing his advances...
....and instead spent the night photographing random women's legs
