On the right is Phil's good friend, erm, Larynx-lycos-lycourinos-lollipop-latex-lemon. 
Oh, and in the middle is his good friend, The-Boy-That-Got-IDed-in-Wetherspoons-when-we-didn't-ha-ha-ha.
Becky gets ALL the luck with the men. Sob. I feel so jealous.
Mathura made it her mission to wear as many hats as possible.  Doesn't she look quite the chavette?
Then we got on stage...
Becky contracted several STDs lying on her back on the dancefloor.  All in the name of making a classy request to the DJ.  Hurrah!  (Read her arm for clues...)
Us, having the advanced social skills that we do, really knew how to make this particular bouncer love us like the comedy genii we truly are...
Here we are immensely proud that despite the fact we had all consumed approximately NINETEEN units of alcomahol each, come closing time we all still had our cloakroom tickets intact! W00t!
Still interested?  Fancy seeing what Ali looked like five hours later?  Journey onways! ----->
Bored? Go home!
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