She doesn't even GO HERE (any more), I might hear you suggest. Well. Never mind.
Here is a collection of my favourite Carleton moments. Just call it a tribute - to three years of Wednesday nights.
What beauts... just before we ended up in A&E getting told off. Class.
So much lovin'.
We dressed as chimney sweeps and took a broom to Carleton. Couldn't do it anywhere else.
Foam's about to hit.
Came home later covered in washing up liquid and without golf club or glasses, gutted.
Thank you Carleton!