A respectable 12.30 kick-off in the Orange Tree.

JonR and Jim had been up til 4am the night before. Can you tell ?

We move to the Duke of York for some focussed boozing.

I get in the pic too.

Jim and Jon already start to show the effects.

While others remain resolutely sober.

Stevo that's such a false smile.

DM and Martyn

Then off to the Racing Page (via O'Neills, in which the barman told us he would really rather not serve us !).

...and then the Britannia which was cosy and friendly

This is Phil Davison who kindly took our picture and put up with our shouting.

...and then to the Richmond Green...

Wherein Mark Bales joined us

...and Mark B did his best Francis Bacon painiting pose...

...and Jono showed off his incredible drinking outfit...

...and we played music triv. Badly.

Mark gets a Jono nose-rub.

Jim tries to arrange club fun for later.

Still on that bloody machine.

Off to another pub round the corner - things are getting hazy now...

Another fireplace shot

Some unknown cause celeb.

Mark finally gets nose-shy

On your marks...

Jon talking to, erm...

Thanks Sean - perve boy.

It's about that time then.

Jim and Martyn enjoy each others company

Things are starting to get messy as we head onwards. Disturbingly, Jono appears to have undone his trousers and is moving in for the kill...

Interpub strollin

The closest Roscow came to pulling.

We arrive at the The White Cross with a ghoul in tow.

Apparently you have to go to the *bar* to get served. tsk.

One with me in. Who took this ?

Huzzah - Matt joins the party.

As Sean departs. Long way back to Edinburgh.

Jim proving that I have more wrinkles than him...

...but he's more of a joey.

Matt looking disturbingly healthy after playing rugby.

I had learned that it was best not to fight Jono if he wanted a hug. Stevo was yet to catch on.

Inexplicable statue pose from Martyn

Marky Blackers shows the first signs of inebriation at last.

Bye Sean dude.

They're creepy and they're kooky, they're etc. We depart the White Cross.

I'm leaning on the lampost...

Mark points out Mark Conradies imaginary boat on the river.

Don't do it Jono...

Oh go on then.

The awful Slug and Lettuce.

Jon enjoying it too.

Perhaps jono was.

So we move onto the trendy bar next door and imediately settle in the nippy garden.

Jon 'entertains' with tales of Marketing japery.

Jeez. Don't see that everyday.

Inspired. Jimbo creates fireworks, Gandalf-like.

First love

Dear Christ.

Mark enjoying Jono's ear tugging.

Just a little rest before we move on.

Martyn tries to revive the 'bird' hand gesture favoured by sad teenages 10 years ago. Retro dude.

At this point we decide to mix-it-up and go for '4-drinks-in-4-pubs-in-40-mins'. The first pub was tequilas. I know - I've got the receipt - £36 !

The to All Bar One for whiskies.

look see

yum

I don't think Jim like Whiskie

As Martyn grabs a photo-op, Jono scores her out of 5 and Stevo reconsiders his sexuality

Last of the famous international playboys...

We head off to the third pub for Brandies which Mark clearly enjoys.

and end up back in the White Cross for Sambucas all round.

Mark's nose-shyness still hadn't worn off.

down the hatch

Jono is a bit tired at this point.

At last Mark is drunk.

Whereas MarkR and I are clearly sober as judges.

That pose again.

Jim demonstrates how long 4 inches is.

and then again outside.

Mark steers clear of Monsieur Stowe.

We help him to the station.

And DM has a rest on the benches.

Jon and Martyn became very close.

Jono just before colapsing on the train. Fresh as a daisy.

Where do they get their energy from, these kids ?

James Wylie - man of the match.