The Final Act

Things were going well. Much was drunk, eaten and talked about - although probably not in that order, or in any other order, actually. We'd all recovered from laughing at each others' upturned noses, and nothing could have adequately prepared us for this:

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[Rebecca]

Clearly everyone is in shock at our antics, or maybe, its because we were all there round that big table.

[Jason]

Nomatter how many times I look at this, I still cannot believe that Christine is actually Christine. I look a bit like my brother, and Toni has given you a rare glimpse of her true private world...