.... and there's no line here.

The 11th annual Gregfest took place this weekend. Unlike Gregfests of yore, there was no music played at all as Greg's guitar was in Guatemala, and I didn't bring mine because I thought he had his.

There was a brief accapella version of "best breasts", but it was shit. Even worse than usual. That is truly a new level of badness.

It rained a bit.

Steve got very drunk and almost fell over laughing when we made Greg bark like a dog for 10p. As soon as I work out how to do streaming media, there shall be a link to it here.

The fire looked nice.

Ben made a funny face (see photo).

.. as you can see, the fun never stops in my rock-and-roll lifestyle.