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Edinburgh
God bless our Georgie.
While I was away, Stu had his last days in Edinburgh. The pictures below are Kelly's record of his valedictory descent
from sobriety into unconsciousness.
Brussels
Viberg
Helsinki
Stockholm
Avignon
After about three times the wine shown above, a little bit of Ylva's vodka, some of my whisky, and some of Stu's absinthe,
Stu thought it was a good idea to try blowing fireballs. Below is a picture of Stu setting the lighter and his hand on fire.
It is a measure of our overall drunkness that he tried again three times, and that we let him.
For Stu's own thoughts on the results of mixing absinthe with the other alcohols in his bloodstream, see the link below:
Stu's Absinthe Night
Stu and Neko One
A whole new frightening episode adds itself to my Stu-related memories. I awoke one morning in the hotel room that four
of us shared in Avignon to Stu saying things like "Oh yeeeahhh. You like that, don't you?" and "Mmm... you want higher? I
can do that.", and "You have a fuzzy little belly, yes you do!". I was a little disgusted because I thought Stu and Ylva would
have a little more tact than to get into this sort of thing with Elin and I in the room.
That's when Ylva came out of the bathroom, prompting me to wonder who (or what) the hell Stu was talking to. They
say that curiosity killed the cat. I looked, and it didn't.
The hotel we stayed at in Avignon has a very friendly cat, Neko One. He eventually focussed his attentions
on Stu. The feeling was obviously mutual.
These are some documentary photos. They may be illegal in some jurisdictions.
Finally, Ylva got a little sick of not getting any attention from Stu and turned the tables just a little. Let it never
be said that horny Swedes are not creative. :)
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