The legendary Saturday of the Jug is fast becoming a venue for drinking nightmares.
We witnessed a foreshadowing of WHV in 20 years as the bigger society in the hotel showed what men in their 50’s are capable of when they’ve done too much Scotch – their version of Greggors was shockingly obliterated and embarrassing long after our pathetic excuse for a bad un had gone to bed.
I have several clips from the evening, but these two demonstrate the extremes of society members.
First the President and Bruce chin their punishments almost quicker than I can capture.
Then Noz shows what it really feels like to put a Motown anything to the sword.