English Manor Weekend

Kate (sister of Graz) decided to hire out a HUGE English Manor in South Hampden, which was fully catered, invited 30 odd people, for some birthday celebrations. And what better way to start our middle Europe trip. Arrived in London and pretty got smashed ASAP with Richard Bootle, Simon Philippides and Wyka. Woke up with a bad hang over, ate KFC and started a 4 hour car ride with random people who liked sticking their head out the window, much like a dog (Dan). Our first night consisted of burgers, coins, table tennis and poker.

The fridge pre-coins. This (and more) was gone in about an hour.

Nothing like a good old session of coins

He'd make a good wife

Hung-over for the 2nd day in a row, we all crawled out of bed, donned some camo-gear and decided to shoot the pain out of ourselves with paintball. It's the 1st time I did it, counterstrike for real. High lights includes my taking out almost an entire team by myself, stealing the missle from the enemy when I was the only one left and getting shot at by my own team mates. I still have a scar on my arm from it, they hurt - even drew blood.

The climax of the weekend was the birthday night - gangster themed. Everyone was dressed up uber sexy! Started off all class and then completely degenerated, which was great. I think no body went to sleep before 6am, some people left to catch their trains and we were still up.

Some classy cats

Graz, greek mafia. Lyndon, asian triad

Not quite sure how Shaft got invited, but he was good entertainment.

Tommy gun mo-down

Graz: the 'elegant' assasin. This guy looked at me funny...

So I hired a hard-arsed she-bitch to take him out. Tonight he sleeps with the fishes

Mafia boyz. Don't mess with us, cos there will be pretty much nothing we can do about it.

This man (Shaft) can swallow his own fist!!!!!

My best Peter Doherty impression