Club Fasty Photo News

Colette arrived before the Toga Party to refresh and recuperate. As the following photos may show, it was a good call. Party on, Wayne. (Apologies for massive delay in getting these up!)

Chatty Chatty Bang Bang

Eh, ... Luke!

Note the (almost totally) unused marquee in the background.

Shane and Derry are close. REAL close.

Loo, Woo and Moo.

Cillian and Jenny debating the differing merits of 4-5-1 vs 4-4-2.

"Soooo, what do I do with this again......?"

Hugolus forgot to sunscreen himself at the Coliseum.

By far the best pose of the night. AND he did it first take too. Practice, eh?

Cheers, Pete et al.

What WERE they shmoking?!

Sky Night, Sky Bright. Give me a party tonight.

Cillian warning us to get an early night -"The Season's only a couple of months away, lads..."

Joseph brought a wee goat.

I think they're up to something.

Colette busting her moves.

SOMETHING was funny.

I found the folk who flipped the electric mains switch and left us in the dark and without music. They were very repentant. Honest.

Celebrating Dukey's Birthday. Happy Birthday, "Conor".

Hello, ladies.

Ok. A quick game of Spot the Difference. This is Photo A.

Photo B. Noticed the difference?

Prize for the Best "On-the-Spot" toga goes to Gail. Congrats. Man, Fasty is so attractive. Not a good look.

Beer-us.

"Have you seen the bus to Luanland?"

Blue Steel, baby. Baby Blue Steel.

This is Sarah. Her number is 087783...ah, feckit, you can find it in most phoneboxes.

He's a LEETel bit dwunk.

The Chic Sheikhs.

The lads REALLY loved the surprise playing of Whitney Houston's "I'm Every Woman".

Macky PROPER loving it.

Doing the Summer House Boogie.

The Summer House Party.

John C'meyawr-acus, Father to a murdered joint, brother to a polluted Phil, Visitor to a destroyed gaff,... He will have his vengeance. In this life or the next.

A site very few (if any) have actually seen. Phil is 5 seconds away from his orgasm face...

and, worryingly, the lads were ready and willing to lap it up.

Hands up if you can see a bra (SORRY, Sharon!)

Colman on his first visit. He found himself a Happy Out home.

"Clap Your Hands Say No" (to drugs.) Partying to and beyond the break of dawn. Respeck.

Luan takes time out of his busy speaking-to-the-speakers schedule to pose for the now infamous morning "Group Photo".

Dan couldn't pose for the photo. He was busy looking for a phone to nick.

Can't remember taking this photo. Did someone take a pic of Sporty Spice Earley squeezing one out?

Woulfie does NOT like the way way they move. Does not like the way they move (C) Outkast

Where's Luan? Where's LUAN?! Luan? LUAN? Luan?!

Peek-a-BOO. RARR. Scary.

A MOST enjoyable day. Not a day for many photos so this will have to do. If at all possible.

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.

John moved in for a few days. This was how Founding Member of Club Fasty, Declan Fassbender, found him one morning. John knowing Declan's name was evidence enough that he wasn't some filthy skobe who'd broken in and found himself a "bed".

Luan can't quite believe Shane's attire. I can't believe Shane's tyre.

Penny for the bah-bee?

Caption submitted for competition so far....Woulfie's entry- "Colette regretted bringing up the touchy subject of Spud's enormous third arm, while Abe thought it best to just pretend he was asleep." Dee's entry, the leader so far- "...and if you sprinkle the rohypnol in like so - they rarely taste it." The prize is to have gaff rules on chairs at next session of Club Fasty.

The Weekend Encapsulated into One Photo. Shane giggling and Little Dave here.

Huh?

What?

Pictionary begins......

Ashe on a roll.

Jenny intently checking out Luan's left side jaw. It's hot.

Blindfolded Pictionary. Aaron has the box head.

Hugo arrived and was too good at Pictionary. Too, too good.

All of us laughing at Luan crawling around, looking for the non-Malteser as Ashe has it hidden in her bra.

Ashe standing on tower as Hairy Bum Face plays Kick Jenga (TM)

Macky & Juan.

I think Hairy Bum Face got it and I think I was happy.

Luan not pulling a whitey. I shall now take this opportunity to publicly out Luan as a consistent and sneaky fader. It is underhanded and unacceptable by any standards, let alone the very high party ones we strive for ourselves.