Poor Warren became quite an object of fun at the Cotton Club. Several gaggles of young ladies were hanging around him taking pictures of themselves with – and on – him.
You can imagine the hilarity. "Look, it's us with the passed-out drunk!"
I feel like less of a user since he's actually my friend. A user nevertheless. But I did get him safely home, which kinda makes up for it. ;)
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My favourite Aberdeen minibus. We had about twenty, because obviously Aberdeen is a million miles from anywhere, so conferences, meetings, demos, and sports things often required us to hit the road. But M229 – Emma – was by far the best to drive, and became my minibus of choice :)
(Photo uploaded for a discussion in the Guess Where Aberdeen flickr group.)