Happy days - I remember it well.
(I don't remember it well. I barely remember it at all. I can remember having a late night the night before, an early start, not much food, but having a lovely time sitting in the afternoon sunshine admiring St Paul's Cathederal and drinking beers, including a very nice honey beer...
...and maybe I remember stealing some of Isa's chips...
...and I can sort of remember it being dark and me being on the bridge...
...and I can remember waking up with what is still OFFICIALLY the worst hangover I've ever had, in Chateau Milko...
...and sod's law, on the way home, I bumped into someone I knew from school who was doing fantastically well for himself as an accountant for one of the big boys, who I suspect might have thought I was now homeless.)
Good times, though. Still got the photos.