Chin chin. Lager, not gin......

Love is.....two days on the National Express.

Here’s an old favorite from the archives – a visit from Susan to the Fens during 1994, when he had a haircut like a Dutch lesbian and a thirst to match. Along with Muk, Susan was a regular visitor to the fens, and who fortunately managed to make some of the high days as well as standard “recreational” visits, and it is pleasing to note that after all of these years, he still owns the same t-shirt, and Angela the same tattoo. I managed to observe some of Susan’s finest hours over the years, but the one occasion at which I wish I had been present was the punt trip following the Union garden party during which he propelled a punt by hand containing the Brookfield ladies whilst walking along the bottom of the Cam. And remarkably, there were no other casualties that day. Unless, of course, you count Angela's splendid hat, which if I recall rightly, sadly drowned at sea that day.