Mike Reed Writes:
El Jardin del Califa
Mike Reed Writes:
The first bar
Mike Reed Writes:
One brandy too many?
Mike Reed Writes:
The second bar
Mike Reed Writes:
Nick embraces his inner lunatic
Mike Reed Writes:
Who sold Piers the drugs?
Mike Reed Writes:
Steve being ... Steve.
Mike Reed Writes:
Fast-moving barmaids
Mike Reed Writes:
That's how you take a picture
Mike Reed Writes:
Moody Mark
Mike Reed Writes:
Steve & Piers
Mike Reed Writes:
Oh dear
Mike Reed Writes:
Never leave beer behind
Mike Reed Writes:
Before the boat
Mike Reed Writes:
Snapping Steve
Mike Reed Writes:
This'll help
Mike Reed Writes:
They look so innocent
Mike Reed Writes:
Arty farty
Mike Reed Writes:
Piers on the bow
Mike Reed Writes:
Suitably attired
Mike Reed Writes:
And the latest score is...
Mike Reed Writes:
David B: cruisin'
Mike Reed Writes:
Piers Winslet
Mike Reed Writes:
Take the wheel, Hughes
Mike Reed Writes:
Cap'n Nick
Mike Reed Writes:
Pick a point on the horizon
Mike Reed Writes:
Steve is slightly larger than the cliffs
Mike Reed Writes:
Is that Simon Le Bon?
Mike Reed Writes:
Juan Baules
Mike Reed Writes:
Sinking Piers
