As per usual the evening was started with a short prayer.

Horny little devils!

I say old boy, something smells a bit off around
here and it wasn't me.

Would you buy a used beer from this man
or indeed from his bird?

At a loose end, Alanis decided to swot flies.

Spot the arse.

The devil's dumplings are exercised, ermm I mean exorcised, by a passing Angel of Mercy.

Cheryl gets soooo much enjoyment out of serving the punters.

Charlie's sister contemplates her possession by Satan.

Alanis finds flirting soo much fun.

That Lon Chaney moment.

Who said you didn't get any decent talent at the Cat and Custard Pot (NB: the out of focus style is not for the mood, it's alcohol related I think).