The many faces of Steven John Brown... all round entertainer

You might have thought my attempts at taking the mickey out of my good friend Stevie B would have stopped sometime at the end of my best man's speech at his wedding in July.

You'd be wrong.



We were at a house party last Saturday night...

...having been at a beer festival during the day.



Steve had got a bit merry (and so had Stevie D: who went to sleep in a tent at 8pm, then came back out at 10pm announcing he had a 'hangover'. But that's a whole other story...)



People got hungry, so I ended cooking some food on the barbie...



...while Steve attempted to offer assistance, sitting beside me as I cooked. Offering friendly advice...



... before dropping several cooked sausages on the grass, as he attempted to serve them. Thanks for the help mate.

Before that, he'd announced that hitting the food with a large fork was the best way to get everything going. Wrong. It sent red hot ash over the congregated, hungry party-goers. Still, he had our best interests at heart.



Soon, cooking was over, and the dancing begun. Steve, as you can see in these snaps, threw himself into it. Before throwing himself all over the floor.



But for all that, it's unfair to take the mick. After all, Steve was the drunken life and soul of the party.

In fact, he was the party. On his own.

And for that, The Scribbler salutes you, chumrade.