About two birthdays ago, or something along those lines, I had a party in what was then my flat, and is now the property of some other poor bugger (but that's another story).
Gordon was young and relatively innocent then. He arrived in his smart and sensible jacket with a pretty little litre bottle of Smirtnoff blue in tow, and announced his intention to wantonly down the lot.
This is a pictorial of his descent into the depths of if not depravity, then abject intoxication.
Gordon it must be said was never a well balanced lad. Noone else might try to carry off this rather daring enseble of Napkin Hat and Lobotomy Expression, with quite so much oplomb,
|The night started well with the usual secret handshakes. In this particular shot, Gordon is enjoying the moment perhaps more that is strictly necessary.|
|Several brain cells later, Gordon manages to find an obliging member of the band to perform a full aural analysis.|
|Our hero now wipes some of the excess saliva from his hair, how safe in the knowledge his ears are exceedingly clean.|
|Quite intoxicated by now Gordon insists that he must use the urinal kneeling down, despite our best efforts to persuade him otherwise. If standing up, he complains that he cannot see which bowl to use, on account of excessive thinness of air in the upper bathroom atmosphere.|
|Our intrepid adventurer ends the evening victoriously and in typical style.|
|This has been a very silly
Man In The Hat
production, by Martin