...well at least 32 anyway. Unfortunately I forgot exactly what we were doing and started introducing other colours. That was before forgetting my own name and photographing the floor.

That's the trouble with going out at 6pm, having not had any dinner, for a swift half. One drink turns into an eight hour binge and ends up with me staggering to Subway for a 3am late dinner.

Thanks to Nick, whose arm you'll see in about 80% of the photos holding the balloons! Without your help... well... I'd have gone him much, much earlier and wouldn't have such a sore head today. But thanks anyway!