Random picture of mah bitch cookin ma dinnah, yo. 

Deal is this- Shane vs. James in a bout of paper, scissors, stone for shop duties. It's best of 5. 

TWO - nil 

The nerves build. 

The crowd go wild. 

2-2. What a comeback. 

Fasty: "He's got a thumb" Shane: "Yes, I do" 

Victory is James'/Marks'. Victory to Mr. Earley. 

Let me explain. Luan, Lordy, Shane and I went to Ireland vs. Italy match (if any of my football team see this, I'm sorry). We got a LOT of whiskey into us. We went to pub. Got more whiskey into us. Went to offy. Got more whiskey. Came back to mine. Got more whiskey. I ko'ed. Got more whiskey. There is a trend here. It made us absolute drunken messes. I loved every minute of it. 

His right hand has a bottle in it. 'Nuff said. 

It MUST have been thai whiskey. Check out his eyes, for god's sake. 

Shane returning from a "wee puke", I think. He's "getting too old for this shit, man". 

Whiskey + Fasty = Sex on legs. 

We all stood around trying to figure out what had happened. There were many folk in my house that I thought I hadn't seen in weeks.  

It gets very sophisticated. 

Evidence of the upside-downy game. It remains like that to this day. 

Apron getting its first proper use (I don't count drunken, whiskey-fuelled wearing) as part of the Club Fasty morning after tradition. The tradition for those of you never lucky enough to be so drunk that you have to stay over is that I cook a nice auld fry for stragglers. Then we collapse into TV room and waste the day. God, I love it. 

Lesbian demonstrating that she could suck cock, if she so wished. 

Look what happens to you, kids. It's not pretty. 

Colette plotting her escape. 

The following are photos taken from the first proper part-ay this session. Any pictures taken by others would be most appreciated. As always, email them to clubfasty@gmail.com 

Shane and Brett were insistent that a photo be taken of "Li'l" Dave's ass groove. The packet of skins is for perspective. It's a king-sized pack. 

Sorry, Laura. I did warn you. 

Karl showing The Management his appreciation for the invite and hospitality. 

Damo dreaming of our night together. 

A picture of Dee taking a picture of me taking a picture of her taking a picture of me taking a picture of her taking a picture of me taking a picture of her taking a picture of me taking a picture of her in my kitchen. 

Chris tries to hide his excitement about his upcoming birthday. In just over a year's time. 

The sound McKenna visits. 

Peter Lord. He is using every ounce of control in his body to keep that pinky tight to the bottle. What a man, what a man, what a mighty big man. Say it again now. 

I want YOU. 

Little Dave, being the 3rd youngest person in the picture. A record. A prize goes to whoever spots the two younger than him. 

Andrew Nolan, making his yearly appearance. 

Nobody quite know why or when the natives of Club Fasty rose from the ground and became chair-dwelling creatures but it was a momentous occasion in party evolution. 

Brettser did not leave that seat at all all night. At least he came this time though. He wins best t-shirt of the night. 

:D She's only awesome.  

Susie and Steve caught upstairs. Steve, the magician as always, was showing her a disappearing trick. Sorry. 

Bobby was not on drugs. He always has an alcohol fight, strips off, dances naked and claps two oversized jenga bricks together. If you didn't kow that, you never really knew Bobby. 

Luan and Matt Kelly. Message to Conor Roberts-if Matt can make it, you can too. 

Happy Birthday to Chris. 

Kissy, kissy.