out at the weekend for Murray's birthday and St Paddy's day. I had a whale of a time and somehow took about 120 photos.... Ireland thrashed Italy at rugby, then we sat and watched as the dirty French snatched the 6 nations from under our noses. Got very very drunk and danced like a fanny, to the point where I got molested by the bar staff, who tried to pull my trousers off. I knew I was good, but I didn't realise the sheer sexual magnetism I obviously exude when strutting my stuff.
J certainly thought so, judging by the look of embarrassment/impending singledom that she had on her face.
Have been sorting through the photos, will post em tomorrow hopefully
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