Xmas Meal @ The Greyhound 2004

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Every year we pick on some poor defenceless restaurant owner and have a Christmas meal for anybody in the club that wants to come along, this year our Landlord at the Greyhound foolishly agreed to let us eat at the Pub.


Party Poppers were everywhere


Rendal starved while Alex had his soup


Some small Scotsman put flowers in Mole's beard


Katz was on the phone


While Mole scored a direct hit on Dave with an errant sprout.


Manx gained a new hair do


Yogi presented Rendal with an overdue year patch


Santa looked on, unaware that his immediate future was about to take an interesting turn


We all went back into the restaurant like good boys


But Santa had been kidnapped