Every once in a while the coolest generation of the Skull family meet up for a few beers and a curry. Due to the fact that I have a rather big family (my grandparents contribution to the war effort maybe) I never get to catch up with many of my four million cousins; these curry gatherings tend to be the only time I find out family gossip and, as the youngest of this generation, the only time I get to receive all the abuse and gyp I so rightly deserve!

So here is a selection of photos taken throughout the evening. One note: as we left the Indian restaurant one of the staff shouted at me, “Elvis, give us a song”. Bastard