Moar reminiscing

Still going thru pics, but my PC is in a bit of a bad way just now... Massive HDD fail

Anyway:
Pesky bloody Charity Auctions!
Much kudos to "Lou and Andy" for being hilarious - Helped to take the sting out of the ridiculously overpriced bar, and the kinda-rubbish-really BBQ...
Malika - Can we please have our Saturday party at the Space Centre next year?
I will offer my services as DJ for the princely sum of "One bottle of Magners cider".
I can sort karaoke, or even Rock Band if folk want it 
I'd hope that anyone who was at the ill-fated Collectormania party will vouch for me here :pAnyway, aye...
HUGE thanks to Gareth for being such a good sport, and to Harry for being evil - for those not aware, the charity auction at the Saturday party had mostly Star Wars items available.
Until Malika appeared with a certain flamethrower kit - Built and painted.
Most of the UKCM were out on the terrace, and when she announced what the lot was, my cunning ploy of turning and shouting "No, you misheard! It's another Star Wars item. Actually, it's a Star TREK item! nothing to see here!" failed.
After the initial bids, though, we were up to my ceiling of £150, and only Gareth, Malika and me were in the game.
I bailed, and Gareth outbid Malika, taking us to £170.
Kat then popped up with £180!
But Gareth went to £190, and we felt we had to bail - Since we were already through out limit by a LOT! ( The only reason we went that high, after initially telling ourselves "£50 to spend on Silly Things this weekend!" was that the BDUs I'd planned to get from Pete were waaay too small for me, so I had the funds from those. )
So, Gareth won.
Then came over to me to apologise for outbidding me - But he thought my limit would have been £200!
And then Gareth proved what a great guy he is by offering to sell me the flamethrower - for my maximum bid.
"Call the other £20 a donation, dude..."
I actually attempted to be sensible at this juncture, since we did have a limit after all, and you should try to stick to your limits.
Then Harry leaned in and whispered "I can help you with the last tiny points that need accurised, if you like."
So, in essence, I had a Gareth shaped devil on one shoulder, and a Harry shaped devil on the other. The pair of them must have jumped the angel, smacked him a few times with a bin-lid, and dumped his corpse over the balcony ( Where it may or may not have hit an overly-sensitive bouncer

).
End result?

I love you guys!