A nice quiet start to the evening. An old seaside town, a quaint old pub and some good Welsh beer. Everybody looks happy, civilized and normal. No sign of the horrors to come as Rich is obviously looking forward to a night of "Taff" jokes.
Another few pubs in and I'm demonstrating the dual suction method of synchronised pint swigging, Matt has taken a shine to my ear, and Rich - well - terrible things he has seen.
The (former) bearded sex pest in his natural environment.
A semi-normal group photo here, except for the fact that Rich seems to have inherited Matt's "Boycott" grin.
Yet another great shot of Matt's tongue as Nancy and John look on. One of the great mysteries of mankind here - whose fingers are doing the rabbit ears?
I don't know who all these people were, but they certainly stopped Rich's flow of welsh jokes. The stagboy replies with a two fingered salute, far left.