The participants
There were six of us stupid enough to undertake the L2K crawl. These are our ugly faces:

Clockwise from top left, we are: Robert (me), Pad, Alex, Ian, Tim and Alan.

At the time, Ian was living in Madchester and was therefore an Honorary Member of the London Men's Self-Help Pub Crawl Group. Despite arranging to meet us in the Pint Pot (the second pub), he in fact turned up while we were in the Horniman at Hays (at London Bridge – the sixth pub). However, he was forgiven this minor oversight and drank with us as far as Embankment, before heading off to fulfil some sort of curry-related commitment.

Alex, an E2K alumnus, was also an honorary member, as he was then living in some place called Oxford (though, like Ian, he has since moved to London – a fact which indicates just how long it has taken me to finish this rancid site). Alex had kipped over at someone else's place the night before, and so deemed it necessary to bring his "overnight bag" with him on the crawl. Implausibly, he managed to see out the whole day without losing the bag, seeing it destroyed in an uncontrolled explosion, or being prosecuted for leaving a sac unattended.