Leanne

There is nothing else to say. But I will...

I said I'd do it and I have. It only took me 15 months. Pretty impressive, I think we all agree.

Leanne Williams. Essex girl. Camp Legend. Nothing happened! Regardless of whatever gossip went around camp nothing happened! It's Leanne!

Anyway Leanne was the Activity staffer for Music, Dance & Drama in 2002. She returned in 2003 and led Sensory. In 2004 she went back again as program director. She lived with the female CC: Me.

My side of the cabin

Her side. Complete with... her.

Yes, we lived in domestic bliss. Only argued the once - although that did last for about 4 days - the rest of the time we lived in perfect "nothing happened" harmony. Helpfully keeping the camp gossips in business.

My 2 loves of 2004 - Leanne and my Emily Strange poster.

Leanne (obviously NOT smoking in a living cabin), with another nutter: Eleanor

Leanne is a woman of many talents... most of which are probably not appropriate to discuss here but one of her most... general skills is her ability to be a woman of many guises.

Happy Leanne

Italian Stunner Leanne

Wenesday-ite Leanne. She's going to kill me.

Educational Leanne. See? Good bush. Bad Bush.

Black and White Leanne

Dreadlocked Leanne

Oh Dear... Future Murderer Leanne... I'm actually going to die.

Getting ready to go out Leanne

The Morning After Leanne.
I just want to say goodbye to all my friends... it's been wonderful knowing you... Oh God...

It is best not to ask what is happening here.

Apparently stoned Leanne


Anyway, here ends my display of the many faces of the one and only Leanne. May I sleep with the lights on forever. And may her housemates be convinced I'm in love with her for many years to come. I'm really not. nothing happened. I swear.

To end this page I have decided that, in order to not get killed I should maybe try and balance out the embarassment so... here's a couple of photos of me.. being embarassed. Huh. This sucks.

Yes I think we managed to retain our dignity there.
Me, Sean, Colin & Nienke after... oooh... 11 hours drinking. Hey. At least I'm conscious....

Doh!
Look. I was 20. It was the first session break. Things got a little out of hand. There were drinking games and tequila and vomiting on food... who remembers specifics, anyway?