...finally a bit of peace and quiet after a freezing day in the West End with the quidlets (why? Ask her indoors...I haven't got a clue). Had a really great night - although I arrived quite late I couldn't believe it when it was suddely 1.15. Thankfully managed (just) the discipline to leave then in time for a bus and the temptations of backrooms in kebabshops etc. This proved an especially good move as although it was my morning off, 10p, the youngest of our clan, was making merry hell at 5am so by 8am my missus retired and I had to takeover. To no great surprise everyone was extremley friendly, so anyone whose nervous (er, not me admittedly)about going to a EDF drinks in the future don't be. I'm sure I'll miss out someone who I had a great chat with but apologies if so...mentions to David C - saying hello early Indie - agreeing on Blur Mockney - the angst of being a Hammer Bob - warm welcome, thank you Tilly - kids Chav AKA ? - nearly a gambling debate The Anna's- Hugh Grant and of course, Sean (and missus)...as I said once before, our hearts are in the same place we just have different ways of getting there (sometimes) Love Quids PS Keef are you the tall bloke? PPS Who were th 3 irish girls, one who kept apoloigising for her extremley pissed looking for an argument mate...they were hilarious (but random crashers I think)?