Left to Right Above: George, Jesse, Georgie. These guys are the best and I only wish they were always dressed like this when I stagger in early in the am.

The Bar staff: Reuben (Pineapple), Jesse (Papa Smurf), Steve (Mr. Pink). You kept us well and truly sloshed, and we salute you!

Why is George holding that camera? Does she want to get a close-up of her own? Incidentally, Chris is attending the party as a Pictish Warrior, the Picts being an ancient Scottish tribe who would go into battle blue and buff.

George sees Scott, the lucky devil! (Photo: Ylva)

Bertie (Palestinian Terrorist), gets into the Middle Eastern swing and acquires himself a harem. (Photo: Ylva)

Hey! It's the J Girls! No, wait, now they're U Girls. No, hang a sec, now one's an L Girl! Oh, hang on, who's in Stu's room now? Jeez this is complicated... (Photo: Tweety)

Tweety gets to meet her favourite superhero: Plastic Man! And that does look like a grope. (Photo: Tweety)

Room K Rules!

Clockwise from Left Above: Me as a Pile of Dirty Laundry, Stu as a Press man, Alissa as The Ghost of Christmas Pasta (aaarghh!!), Annica as Pippi Longstocking, and Ylva as a Punk.

Look! Up in the sky! No! Wait Don't look! It's Plastic Man and his detachable rubber chicken!

(Hiding the background, Chris, as fully clothed as he ever gets)

It's the P-Party Go-Go Dancers! Marty was on fire, looking sharp as the priest that all the ladies wanted to defrock (see left, also), and of course, our two Swedish Dancing Queens. We love you girls.