The view from the staff bar. Of course.
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Another view from the staff bar
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The view down the hall. From the staff bar.
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Sold out!
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This is how seriously we were taking it
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And them
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Bristol Fighter in the showroom around the corner
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Little Ron dressed as Kim!
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The trainees, led by Vinay, give their thanks
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More trainee speeches
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And the ceremonial replacement of the L-plates with "recently passed" versions
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Wee Derek gets more than he bargained for
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The Bar Managers' Mallet Dance in full swing (geddit?)
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The utter chaos that is the Bar Managers' Mallet Dance
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Staff bar. Which we hardly ever left. Except to go to the Britannia. Yes that is an inflateable Dalek.
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May I have this dance, Colin?
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Och is that the time? Ah have tae go fondle a cow right now...
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Rob finds a couple of stewards to dance with
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Hey Colin, Buttercup has arrived!
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Aye that's better!
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Moosic maestro please!
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Ewan realises a vetinary ambition
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Meanwile Colin has left Buttercup for pastures new
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Poor Welsh Dragon - that's one busted knee.
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But the painkillers are working, by the pint
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That should do it...
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...hey look, I got half a pint out!
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Jo: are you going to ask me to marry you? Buster: nope, I'm just reading your t-shirt
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Yep, it's time to go home
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