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The turkey. No, not the bloke standing up, the meat!
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Our Christmas lounge
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The Christmas tree. Obvious really.
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James and Stuart thrilled to be there.
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The lovely Helen
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Pressies! Love pressies. Pressies are good!
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Looks a bit scary in this one, don't he?
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Party hats and dinner. Yay!
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Caleb had to work so he had his dinner later.
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Drinking party games afterwards. Proper Christmas this was!
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The Ealing posse.
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Chris obviously hasn't had a drop to drink
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Caleb charms Helen.
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Oh dear, the singings started...
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That's quite a nice photo. This time, I'm not in charge of the camera, you see.
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Chris still hasn't drunk anything.
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Arghhh! He's woken up!
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These are really attractive piccies, aren't they?
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Caleb looks pleased with himself for some reason
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Paul dances. No, really, that is what he's doing.
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Everything getting a little cloady
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Why am I clutching his arm like that?
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And now I've got James'. Bizarre.
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On the way home
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A happy couple
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Paul gets comfy
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I'm obviously amazed by the iPod
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YAY! Think there might have been singing again here.
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Helen edges towards unconsciousness
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Another happy couple