WhiteRussianOnline: "Old School"

Things have changed a lot since the WhiteRussians went professional. It's a rare event indeed when all of the guys are off at the same time, let alone being in the same country when the are.

However, when they are, bad things happen to good people.
Here's a selection of pics from when the guys got together for the first time in a long time, with huge disposable incomes and little regard for their livers:

(Everything is all smiles and laughter...

(... until DOV casually asks for a glass of the J-mans wine)

Now sitting down to a nice meal is all very well, but within a matter of minutes the team were getting itchy, and it wasn't just from the J-mans after shave. Maybe it was the several bottles of wine, or the overwhelming feeling of impending maturity, but something needed stolen. And soon...

(The identity of the WRO team member has been cunningly disguised so as to protect the guilty)

Like any White Russian night out, there was plenty of drinking. In fact, there was a new record set, in the form of DOV's £120 round of drinks. I can tell you, he certainly didn't like opening Octobers bank statement...

To compliment the drinking, there was plenty of smoking going on too:

(The J-man - disappointed that the Kolonel isn't holding a lovely Marborough light. Mmmm.)

J-man, being the responsible doctor that he is, made a concerted effort to get every impressionable young member of New Wave Sound to light up. Coincidently, the nWs boys could easily be identified as the young punks hanging around DOV, who was so drunk he was buying rounds for anyone within arms reach.

(General: "So, are you sure there's no health risk with these things?"
Mysterious stranger in shadows: "Of course not my impressionable young friend! Here, have another...")

And, like on every night out, the clock struck 11.25pm.
And, like on every other night at 11.25pm, DOV was sick:

As well as smoking, no WhiteRussian night out would be complete without a bit of sleazing:

(The J-man provides a helpful insight into the efforts of some of the boys from Dublin. The J-mans comments are often harsh. Harsh, but fair.)

(JR gives DOV the reception you would expect for a man who recently expelled a gut-ful of Absinthe through his nose: "Get the hell away from me!")

(Pete storms off in disgust as the J-man stops drinking for a moment to sleaze with a nearby female)

(Dave the Computer Consultant: "Sorry I'm late guys, the massive sack of money we consultants carry around was really slowing me up!")

Sadly, however, not all the sleazing going on that night was welcome...

(J-Man: "Pete, there's something very important I need to tell you. Now I don't want to alarm you, but...)

(...I think it might be gay night in here tonight...)