And Sheep and Willard have killed off yet more bottles of Champagne, and it looks like flyclub has just seen the bill!

And so, all too soon, we find ourselves leaving (did I hear someone say "Turfed out of") All Bar One, and on our way to the Le Meridien Piccadilly, as guests of the ever gracious Pyeinthesky, who has offered his room up as a venue to continue the party.

As soon as Sheep realised that the room in question was the Piccadilly Suite, he made a beeline for the most comfortable place he could find, and Jenbel had to drag him back into the living room to join the fun!

And so, after prizing Sheep away from the four-poster, we find ourselves in the well-appointed parlour of pyeinthesky's suite. It didn't quite manage to provide chairs for all 15 FT-ers, but it did quite a good job under the circumstances. Jimmie76 and Shuttle-Bored enjoy the anecdotes, Whilst Sheep and Willard sit on the floor with Jenbel (and no, we're not sure what she was doing either, but walking round Soho in bare feet sounds like an extreme sport to me!)

Flyclub doing his impression of Dirty Harry ("was that six bottles of Champagne I just ordered, or only five? Well, to be honest, in all the confusion, I kind of lost count myself, so the question is, do you feel lucky?")