CLUB . . . Redefining Our Parameters Since 2003

Considering I hadn't got quite as drunk as the other two on the previous night I was feeling reasonably good in the morning, not good enough to get up before Mr Active Clifford mind you but still the best I had managed thus far into the holiday.

By an accident of fate we ended up next to a Steak House whilst deciding what to have for breakfast so once again we sheepishly headed in to have our share of meat.

I was, a bit, determined to find something exciting to do with the remaining afternoon and considered going to the Zoo or maybe to the huge sauna and swimming pool complex but the overwhelming wish of the other two was to spend the afternoon shopping which, with bad grace, I ended up doing as well. Cologne has many shops arranged in dull streets which may as well as been in Wolverhampton or Slough and this wasn't very exciting but eventually Richard managed to find some Lego for Joshua and we were allowed to go and find a pub.

Sunday morning, once again Rich had left with the dawn. I was feeling especially hung over and the all meat diet was beginning to take it's toll.

Phil & I headed off into town to find somewhere to eat, Paul had told us that he was in a steakhouse somewhere on the 'high street' so we spent a little while attempting to find this badly defined high street and it's generic steakhouse but without any success. Eventually we ended up in a little cafe opposite the Cathedral and I had a very nice lasagne. Phil was dribbling and slavering at the unending stream of delicious looking cakes progressing past our noses but pulled out at the last minute.

Rude Boy !

I begin to fear making I may be making a spectacle of myself in public places

Yeah baby, I'm looking good !

I am the evil drinking pixie.

The blank stare of madness ?

I like staring.

Either Phil is asleep here or he has accidentally died.

Girls have all the fun.