As per usual, Chris made us all go to Cubana after the pub closed for several jugs of daiquiris and mojitos, and some very odd shooters.
We also bumped into a girl who was a dead ringer for the lovely Geraldine Somerville. I was convinced it was actually her, but alcohol may have been a factor there.
I felt fine this morning, strangely enough, though I did sleep through my alarm. I'm just too old for this two in the morning business these days.
Photos forthcoming, when Chris recovers from his hangover and emails them to me.
If you were there, please identify yourself!Posted to Python by Simon Brunning at October 05, 2006 03:08 PM