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Azincourt 2008
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A nice, lovely family photo, all loving having had a few beers. A nice time had by all. But then what happens?! Some absolute, crazy, insane lunatic (having, I suspect, drunk two bottles of Châteaux de Vere too swiftly) jumps in the back ground! But look at the all-seeing eye and the pointing finger of doom!!! Heed this prophet!! Heed his heedness! ! HARK! I smell muffins! Can anyone else smell them?! Oooh, with all that melted butter! That settles it! Tomorrow I shall buy myself some god-damned muffins!! (and perchance some Alka Seltza)
NAIIIIIIIIIII BANZIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!! Says the wrinkled one, looking more and more like Burt each day. Tara remains normal, and calm and the pillar of the Oxford Community. Hold on by Jimminies beard!!! THIEF IN THE NIGHT!! THIEF IN The NIGHT!! Top left of the picture, someone is stealing our precious Oxford Gold!! Looks like a man’s hand lads, but the nails look a little too varnished to me!! We shall form a posse and seek out the culprit to deliver Oxford justice (more beer! Hurrah!!!!)
Oh Shit! Re-enactment!! Yes, we do do this sort of thing as well! Lazy French bastard! Get up!!! But, beyond this, see the glorious Oxfords engaging! And I do believe it is against none other than Fred the French commander and his butt ugly crew! All Oxfords are present and correct (Andy providing the rear gear) and also lovely FED Oxford Andy on the left well and truly POKING (note: copyright Facebook) a cheeky Frenchman.
And with one chomp he had devoured his head! Actually, that isn’t me. It is my body-double. I have more hair and I am not so “chinny”. Oh, hold on... our lawyers (Lawyer4youandyouandyou and yooouooohhooooooo) have advised me to say that I am that bald, and I am that chinny. Here begineth the maudlin booze-comedown section of this gallery. I hate you all...
But not Tara. No one can hate Tara.
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