There are some people who will say 'No' to the offer of a night out drinking. There are some people who will refuse a drink. There are even those who will eventually say 'Enough - I can take no more'. Adrian is not one of those people. Known since school and through the mutual friend of James, Adrian is a full time drinker with a passionate hatred of the 9-5 life. Far more interested in drinking than working, Adrian personifies the philosophy of career apathy, As he meanders through a varied list of trades, ranging from Croupier to Air Steward, to Actor to Tour Guide. Now ensconced in the wild Baldock (with aforementioned James) Adrian can still to be seen riding the top decks of the capitals open-topped buses informing tourists about of its coloured, and mainly made up on the spot history. A heavy smoker with an array of tales to be told, and the trained dramatic talents to bring them across, Adrian makes a solid drinking companion.

After school Richard grew his hair, adopted a small furry goatie and travelled to deep darkest Devon to find spiritual enlightenment. Sadly he only found grass and has been stoned ever since. The king of multi giant skin cones, his first childlike attempt was the inspiration for the famous "Camberwell Carrot". In his spare time he roames bridleways with his gang of droogs attacking trees with an evil chainsaw.

A drunken madman whose entire demeaner is one of jollynous, wild capes and mad tomfoolery. He of the infectious laugh which punctuates each sentance no matter what the subject, Mark has managed to drink almost constantly for over a decade without once putting on an ounce of fat. One of the founders of the 10 pints a night club in which I had a very temporary membership, Mark's love of the good ale and constant supply of humerous stories make him an excellent drinking companion. The latest tale from this man is he's changed his name by dead poll to 'Mark No-Fear Sear'

Born around the same time as me, and attended the same middle and upper schools. A reluctant computer programmer by trade Andrew's main preoccupation is the acquisition of wealth and space age possessions to furnish his ever increasing-in-value penthouse residence. Chief instigator of many of the his friends activities Andrew is a born organiser who is never unwilling to use his (gold) credit card. From his early teens where he led his friends into organised software piracy (Intuition - we crack F.A.S.T.), Andrew has always been pioneering new activities for his mates to engage in. Be it ice skating, road races, cinema trips, or clubbing nights. It is with the latter on which I have accompanied Ups through many nights, sometimes weekends, of existential journeys of trancandental wonderment. Journeying through the inner mind in many of England's finer clubbing venues dotted across the country, Ups is frequently to be found near lying comatose, arms wrapped around a female clubber, muttering such catchphrases as "This is f**king good, man!". Amazingly enough, he's not married.

This man is 'basically', as Rob would say, a top bloke. Now husband to Jo (see below) I've known Rob for the best part of 10 years. Always a reliable mate who never fails to put himself out to help his friends Rob, Myself and Adrian have spent many many, many, nights in various Dunstable pubs drinking many many, many, pints discussing life in general and football in particular.

An old friend from our times in Dunstable Rec, Jo (now wife of Rob), seems to have retained her carefree happy social personality despite being in a high stress, low rewards, job for Whitbread. Once a major clubber, Jo is now far more mellow, but is still great fun to go out on the town with.

Sickeningly tall, talented, fun and loved by the opposite sex, James is the man your girlfriend will love. At least mine always have. Despite being being younger, James was great friends with us, his older brothers friends, probably because we were too drunk to notice he wasn't in our year. Due to this, to us he will always be referred to by the increasingly inappropriate moniker of Lils (as in Little Ups). Now living in Baldock with Coops (See Above). James follows closely some of the my dearest philosophies in having a total lack of material possessions, an empty bank account and a hatred of routine.

Despite being cursed with an upbringing in the deprived projects of Pasadena, where her father had to work day and night just to maintain his collection of porsche's, Kim still managed to drag herself up from her lowly beginnings (private school can be such hell), via Berkely to qualify for UCLA Medical School. Now in rotations Kim is struggling with a negative income, unimaginable work load, and having left cutting dead heads in half with saws in the 1st year, is travelling the halls of UCLA hospital in search of fresh (LIVING) victims.

Materialistic beyond any sane boundries the Roswell Creature has had a tenfold pay increase over the last two years, and is soon to double it all again on leaving this country for Amsterdam. Despite having numerous friends, a fantastic apartment, endless spending money, a loving girlfriend and a lifestyle that most successful software engineers would give their left ventrical for Elliott is leaving us for pastures new. Hopeless at football, a terrible swimmer and allround crap at any sport he attempts Elliott spends his hours carving out substandard Java code in the hope it never reaches production, and drinking. Well, mostly drinking.

Infatuated with anything that is very very fast, Bruce was the only expat mad enough to buy a huge V8 muscle car on entering the country. Never seen outdoors without his Oaklies or his speedos, Bruce has managed to stay completely chaste whilst waiting for his girlfriend to join him from Australia. He's just bought a huge RV which is going to be taken around America, stopping at every decent Surfing location on the way.

Quite frighteningly tall and good natured, Ben is originally from Sydney which must be a very strange place indeed.

Anything I say here will be misconstrude and end up in me being verbally abused.

From Melbourne, owner of the permenant smile and a encyclopedic knowledge of every band who ever existed. How he's still alive is a miracle.

What can I say about Marviene? Well, sadly our having the last name isn't coincidental. In a mad rush of blood to anywhere but my brain, we were married April 21st, 2002. What followed were some pretty wonderful highs, and soul crushing life destroying lows that will probably have me in councelling for many years. We finally seperated to I think mutual relief in March 2003. So I can now claim to the shortest non-celebrity marraige in Hollywood. May she find happiness, and 1 day stay off the drugs long enough to notice it.

If you're going to work your way up from barmaid to head of I.T. for Wolfgang Puck restaurants you need more than just perseverance. Ali has that natural personable personality that puts everyone around her instantly at ease. Despite this she has the resilience and firey attitude to get things done. Completely unflappable, Ali is the calm in the worlds storm.

To describe Chris, I'll tell you about the first day I met him. 15 feet down at the bottom of an olympic swimming pool, on the first weekend of our scuba training, we were both being taught the correct procedure when one person runs out of air. After the instructor cut of my air, I casually ripped Chris's regulator out of his mouth and began to use it. The examiner rolled his eyes and signalled we should go to the surface. Now despite Chris being well over 6 feet tall and never having met me before he didn't at any point try to beat the living shit out of me for selfishly depriving him of his supply of life giving oxygen. That's Chris.

When Ron was made redundant from his cushy dot com job, rather than get another one, he jumped on a plane with as many possessions as he could fit into a backpack and headed straight off to St Petersburg. If that didn't show enough balls of steel, he's now involved in 3 different jobs over there, wheeling and dealing like the true entrepenuer. It takes a certain level of courage just to walk from the metro station to Ron's apartment after dark. To live and work there when you can't speak the language is a pretty amazing feat. Well done, Ron.