Clarametal's Hen Night Continued

After a wee stop off at Claire's hotel to drink a bewildering conconction of alcohol (and how many folk can you squeeze into one room anyway?) we headed to Claire's venue of choice- The Moorings. Too metal for me, and Fudge advised me he did not have any Madonna to play. We compromised with Fleetwood mac, but had to wait until the end of the night for this!
Luckily the last bus appeared as we were contemplating the mahoosive taxi queue- now that's an experience I've not had for a while!
I should rightly have been dying of a hangover today, but am mainly nakered- or maybe still drunk! It'll catch up with me!
Here's some random punters outside The Moorings. Best 'do ever.