2007: Un Año Perdido

Sadly only one photograph exists for our 2007 BBQ, taken at ten to five, before the rite of insensibility began.

No theme that year, just the vaguest of recollections that someone dashed our collective brains out with a giant gold ingot wrapped with a slice of lime, only for them to be then jigged, Riverdance style, into a frothy cerebral paste on the car park floor, by 72 candy-striped micro-unicorns, set against a soundtrack of their falsetto whinnying of M-People’s “Proud”…


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