I was all set to prefix the below portrait with a whole lot of gush about how much I'm going to miss Chris, my newest old friend, once he's set out on his second mission around the world to live out The Rum Diary to the best of his abilities (and with a bit of luck churn out a second novel) but I know this gesture would be unappreciated, mildly shrugged at, or perhaps even frowned upon by said Chris if I did. So I won't.

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Chris
Oakford Social Club, Reading

Chris Rushton Drinking,
Oakford Social Club, Reading

Em with Pint,
(We have slowly been recovering from a serious case of Game of Thrones obsession. We can go back outside now.)
Oakford Social Club, Reading

Ben silhouetted with Tomato plants,
Woodley 

Went downstairs to, yet again, find David sat on this box with a devious grin on his face. The box is making muffled whining sounds and David gleefully states he's found the solution to the cat attacking all the birds in our garden... please note, this cat was definitely liberated as the photograph shows.

My little Big brother, Dutty
Woodley