<LITTLEn> I and my brother-comrade Gareth, enlightened child of our benevolent's genius, have decided to flee from the harsh and opressive tyranny respectively of the cadaverous child of Satan, Paul, and Gareth actually thinks Greg is pretty awesome (and I concur), but is in for a laugh. Anywho, we flee forever from this vindictive mental wasteland where our spirits are shackled viciously, and so away, we go! Adieu, my pretties, and dream softly of us dancing below the bright sun in the soft, wet grass.

Naked.

<bigG> yeah, all of the above and more. or less, no naked. sorry fangirls.
We're staying at a hotel in Canterbury for a few days as Nick does need to get away from ''he harsh and opressive tyranny respectively of the cadaverous child of Satan, Paul'' and a lot more. i'm just there for the food.
We both need people's mobile numbers as Nick's phone is in a typical Nick state. Therefore anyone we're likely to need contact with, need to give us ALL YOUR NUMBERS! (those were Nick's words then) and yeah.

Naked.