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Away to Foreign Shores

June 2002 saw the brigade troop off to northern France just as the rest of the country was settling in to celebrate the Queen's Jubilee. She need not have worried however, for there was a corner of some foreign field that was forever England, where the Union Jack fluttered proudly all week...even if we were the only people to see it.

What's more, French TV showed the World Cup so we could watch all the really important stuff. Vive le wallchart!

A Very British Affair

The dining room was a veritable bastion of Britishness, a place where the empire lived on and Wellington's defeats of Napolean were the hot topic of conversation (as long as you could stay awake and had played the right computer game).

As the port made it's way round the table, and Janette puffed on her cigar, we were proud to be British. If only John could have remembered the words to the national anthem our week would have been complete.

There were always some however prepared to take their devotion to the flag one step too far. Shirl should really have known that this hat was just not his style, but then again if you remember Norfolk you would have to say it was an improvement. What's more in case you forgot this is what he looked like last year...

It had to happen...Lovely Boys...

Imagine the scene, you're sat around the table talking about the speed of battleships and whether the license fee should be spent on spreading the global appeal of the BBC, urged on to further debate by your lovely supporting other halves, when some one suggests touching tongues. Disgusting? Immature? Or a problem needing to be halved?

Well theirs seemed to be a moment to savour. Tongues spotted across a crowded room were soon wagging their way to each other with a little bit too much enthusiasm. Alan looked on, briefly distracted from his fourteenth yogurt as like electric eels at a seventies disco, their tongues danced the night away.