So come on then, what happened to Johnny Lamb and Johnny Sills? I saw Smurf doing a somersault over the wall thing between the dancefloor and the bar area and whack his head against it - then his cousin rescued him (and indeed all of us) by driving him home. I saw Matt with more lager down his trousers than he'd drunk during the day. But the Reading boys disappeared in Liquid. All those sexy Newbury women too much for you? There were some right mingers in there last night, makes me shiver...

Although it was a great night, the club situation really lets the place down, we'll have to start considering Reading as a strong alternative for nights out. But for the Handing The Trophy Back night out, I'm gonna look into getting tickets for Jongleurs in Southampton.