In the Gutter

Bowling is not my favourite thing to do, and definitely not at 11am on a Sunday morning with a hangover - the things you do for friends eh?

Consequently I didn't actually bowl, I made a valiant attempt to refloat my brain (without alcohol) and took photos. I do love the expression on B's face here as he realises that the ball is heading straight into the gutter, I could blame the less than sharp focussing on the fact that the subject was moving, in reality it was either my eyes not being at the top of their game, or my hand shaking...it was clearly not a good idea to plan a bowling trip for the morning after dinner with friends.