More adventures of the would-be pommy git
The pillock we mentioned in the last story came back for another visit, don’t you know. This time we branched out from tradition by dancing in front of a pub (instead of behind it). Sadly, our designated camera operator would have been designated as landfill, as none of the photos came out. Except this one, in which you can clearly tell we’re waggling our arms PARTICULARLY fast. Oh yes we are.