So a couple days back I talked about heading back to the hometown (That's such a weird phrase. I only lived there for five years. But what else would you call it? "Oh, yeah, that place I crashed at for a while. Good shops. Crap food.") for Johnny's 21st. Turned out some people were armed with a camera. For the curious, here are
pictures!
The guy in the middle is the birthday boy. The girl on his knee was some random lady we'd never met before, but she seemed pretty friendly. The amused blond on the back left is me.
Emma!
Wardy!
Emma's younger sister!
Emma's younger brother!
Wardy attempting to remove his own head.
Johnny's younger sister and my younger brother. D'awww.
Wardy and the younger brother sharing a moment of homoerotic subtext.
The younger brother's hair observing Johnny making a salient point.
Football is always better when played in heels.
Wardy, Soph, and Stan!
Yet another moment of homoerotic subtext, this time with tackling.
Jenga fight! You will also notice the smirk of Stan and the breasts of Soph in the background.
A wholesome British gesture.
British public transportation! As hard as it is to believe, Johnny and Wardy are not actually related.
Airbed flying!
Airbed centerfold!
Bare feet on the airbed!
The brother is a very surprised messiah.
Blurry guitar playing!
Heteroerotic subtext. Also sleeping bags.
Wardy can see you.