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A David Haines
Production for HainesUK
In association
with The Mini Fund
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Once again London was forced to be host
to a group of rather ridiculous people, how we weep for London. Basically,
Myself (David), Nick, Laura, Liz, Iain and eventually Matt went skating at
Somerset house rink, whilst our noble and carefully chosen support team looked
on and then went forth into the world to cause havoc. Please accept my humble
offering of the following photos:
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Chris, Iain, Matt, Liz, Nick, Laura
and a big ol' Tree. |
Matt's back (why?), Laura, myself, and
highly reflective Liz. |
First out, last in. Some people really
take advantage... |
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I may look cool, casual and sexy, but
I didn't have a clue. |
Miss Laura coming in to land. |
Iain, in his spectacular size 14
skates. Lummox... |
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Liz, who CAN skate. |
Mark said pirouette, I was about to
offer another salute. |
Matt only got on the ice after being
offered a free ticket. |
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| Chris, with some hobos who
turned up (Ed, JC and Mark) |
Liz, Matt and myself, having just hit
the crash barrier. |
Iain spent rather a long time
chatting. |
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Liz, Nick and Laura the fascist. |
My, I have fluffy hair... |
Iain and Laura's respective arses. |
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Between finishing skating and getting
the train we went for food, with many amusing stories. Chilli flakes is
all I'm saying. |
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Mark needed beating into submission. |
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And again, that looks painful. |
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So, so, so, so, so |
so, so, so, so, so, |
so, so, so immature, that's us! |
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Train speculation. |
Ed and his amazingly shiny head. |
Further pondering. |
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