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It was hats on and glasses in hand last Saturday night for Mr Cushing's 30th Birthday Bash. And much fun was had by all too [the evidence]. I got extremely drunk and did something I've never done before and which may have contributed to a small spell of nausea later on. Or it could have been the large Barcadi and cokes I quaffed when the beer ran out. Damn. Meanwhile, Scally cooked for half of sarf London or so it seemed - massive piles of roast meat, spuds au gratin and enough salads to impress fifty Townswomen's Guilds. A fantastic way to celebrate the lad's status as a blossoming old codger (I'm going to end up paying for that one I know).
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