Another great photo of Jen. Another one she hates. I didn't take this one. This was actually taken by Daisy, who grabbed my rucksack and almost managed to set me on fire as I reached over the myriad of gothic candles lighting the bar to rescue it. It's a good job my camera doesn't need a steady hand. Daisy had been on cocktails for over two hours at this point. She probably doesn't want reminding that she made certain demands of certain people to strip naked if they wanted their camera back.