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It avoids identifying those in the pub long after the other pub and the rather good meal in Yuet Ben, followed by a rather ill-advised taxi ride, a walk in the park (for one) and shit TV (for all). Most managed to make it home. One didn't and is still here. Legends, the lot of them. There were many hugs and even a few kisses. I don't think I'd have it any other way, despite what I said yesterday.