One sad note. Not one single, solitary one of us managed to get a shot on the DYRMS Webcam. I travelled over 400 miles and when I rang the guy on Sunday who I had arranged a screengrab session with, he was still in bed.

He finally rang me when we had got home to Sean’s house in Bicester.

Still, at least I got a photograph of the webcam itself.

So what about next year? The Castle was full to bursting point but could we fill anything larger? Would a more sober venue put up with our brand of good-natured loutishness? There was talk of moving our custom to The Churchill on the sea-front next year. Maybe we could investigate a function room in there. Who knows?

Too early for such talk.

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