The morning after Danny's birthday party. I actually love this picture so bad, probably because every detail has some form of explanation, and there are so many memories attached to this night. Mine and Rogan's tent, that we borrowed from Matthew, undoubtedly collapsed before anyone even got inside, so we were left to sleep literally under the stars, which was the weirdest feeling ever. And because we were so close to Manchester Airport, i couldn't get used to the noise, and just the general idea of it all. This was also before we managed to open the tin of rice pudding, which is what i'm holding. We ended up using the football trophy on the left to open it.
Adele's pissy tights in the middle, and Helen's stripy baby hat that she found at the bus stop, are just two of the best memories. It's strange how much one picture can bring back so many details even though the picture has long been forgotten. Probably one of my all time favourites.
