Nigel, Basher, Linda, Scaff, Charlie, Tracey, Chris, Mac
?, ?, Soapy
Things are starting to get out of hand.
It's that time again.. Time for the unofficial group "mooning" photograph.
Oops, we get a telling off from the club steward for the
"moon" Mac hasn't heard him and carry's on.
[brown stain in his pants courtesy of adobe photoshop] sorry Mac had to be
done
Oops everyone is sheepish, Note Mac hasn't noticed he's left his zipper undone
Soapy then has a word with the steward. He tells the steward that he agrees with him and that our behavior is well out of order for mooning. The steward replies that he is pleased that one of us is sensible, not realising Soapy has his PANTS and trousers around his ankles. Scaff and Charlie freeze on the spot.
Tracey, Rattler and Mac
[I'm not drunk, it must have been the smoke in my eyes]