Regrettably (or perhaps thankfully, depending on your perspective) the official photographer managed only one photograph of the birthday boy himself. The rumour that this was because he spent most of the evening in a slumber underneath the table is a complete fabrication.
On the other hand, there were dozens of photographs taken of the delightfully delicious Ms Playchute. Is it any wonder Greg continues to look so fit and vigorous?

That's all there is, I'm afraid - a thoroughly splendid evening. Here's to the next 50 years!

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