Bouquet.

After last nights shenanigans ... I'm a bit bleugh.

I honestly don't know what the organisers are thinking when they ask the guests to suss out the waiters underwear in exchange for £1. The waiters, one over seventy (blipped), one over 60 and an ugly 20 ish year old, weren't the sort of ogling I'm up for. The two oldies both slipped on the dance floor and nearly killed themselves during the debagging.

Robbie Williams tribute bloke. Also dodgy.

One of our group very ill self-inflicted all over the table. Fortunately I'd left by then.

Classy doo? I think not.