Ready to rumble. 

The welcoming line-up. 

The most organised coat room in the history of parties. Men are advised to avoid nausea by not staring for too long. 

Ooooh, two presents ..... my heart's all a flutter. 

Our work here is done. The satisfied smile of the just. Look upon our works, ye mighty... 

Finest pink wrapping paper for the birthday bunny. 

PJ was the sole of the party. 

For homework, let's try and guess what PJ's thinking here. 

The hostess with the mostest, and Nick. 

Scooby-doo, Mr C and Ms Superwoman. 

Hmm, I reckon the far wall could do with a painting or a mural or something. No ? 

And here's one for the body language fans. 

What do you mean, a big red star stuck to the back of my head ? 

I expect to remain on this sofa, in this position, for some time. 

We will slaughter them all. The propaganda minister pronounces. Meanwhile, the smiling gets under way in earnest.

Go on, love, give us a wink. 

Clearly grinning at Ed's hairdo. 

Sarah, still smiling under questioning. 

Say cheese. It was jolly tasty with the chutney, actually. 

Liz, circulating. 

It's my birthday too, you know. 

More girls and their teeth. 

The party rolls on in the kitchen. Ben has sequestered his very own bottle. 

Interesting photography by Ed (aka Wargrave Minister for Information). What exactly is the subject here ? The cooker hood appears to be favourite. 

There are no American tanks in Wargrave. NEVER.