Pass the parcel

A birthday party without games just wouldn't be right. And so we played a rather adult and drunken version of pass the parcel, complete with naughty forfeits courtesy of merry funster Imogen. As expected, the birthday boy bore the brunt of these:

Downing shots.



Picking up a champagne cork with your teeth, part I.



Picking up a champagne cork with your teeth, part II.



Pole-dancing around Clive, the highlight of the evening -- if not the weekend.



Unfortunately (for the blogosphere), I failed to get photographic evidence of Pippa's boob print against an icy window. We'll just have to trust her on this one.