Mum Towels around the pool table (see explanation in Butlins 2012), the Clubflat stickering of overly hairy and offensive beavers in porn mags, using chewing gum to re-hang up a huge picture that fell down in the apartment, using cling film to join together two ends of the broken pool queue and make it useable again, getting taken to two completely different areas of Manchester by two taxis that were supposed to follow each other, the windows of the apartment that were constantly open due to the constant hum of shite we produced, ice-creams that were so big it took 3 people to eat them, the ridiculously chaotic scrambling into the apartment and up the stairs in order to grab the best beds knowing the two who were last would be sleeping in the lounge, taking the long route to find the apartment pulling our cases in the pouring rain only to find a much shorter route the next day which was also under cover, the constant "fingering", and not forgetting the odd Clubflat card or fifty that decorated the apartment.  The silly antics were abundant and just go to show that no matter how old you get, no matter what different career paths you all take and no matter how infrequent you are able to see each other due to the ever increasing responsibilities of life, when old mates get together the good times still roll like they never stopped.