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Tube station shenanigans

Saturday evening saw us heading down to Earlsfield for a little revelry of the tube variety. We'd just enjoyed a kebab and Turkish beer, so were all set to dress ourselves up as the tube station of our choice...

Jo & Joe en route...
Ameba as hat-on-cross tube station

Could the next stop be Cockfosters?

Man or

...house?

Elephant & Castle!


Gabi & Kari

Lucky & the circle line

Patrick & Doug

Kari & Ameba

Jac & a police man?

Sash & an awesome afro
One of the house-mates, Norky was particularly enjoying himself! He was also enjoying building the fire, and was, in fact, so dedicated he even offered to cut the fence down to keep the fired stoked! He had a GREAT TIME!

Norky - part 1

Norky - part 2... he had a BAD hangover the next day :)


Hatton Cross, Cockfosters, Manor House, Kew Gardens, Burnt Oak

John (aka Burnt Oak) & Nikki
Nina & Robbie (he won a prize for being a super heroic District line)
We were having a great time, but because we had 3 trains to catch to get home we had to leave fairly early (never mind the fact that we'd flown a million hours earlier on in the day!) So, to make up for it, and to continue with the party theme, we decided to have a little fun on the tube...

A little revelry at the tube station on the way home!

Jo & Meebs, seriously enjoying the fruit of the vines...

Lucky & Ameba settling in with some less than chilled pinot grigio

Joe settling in for the tube ride home...

I hope the pictures speak for themselves. It was a rad party and it was awesome to see everyone again - sorry we couldn't stay for longer!

Lucky

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