Into each life a little velvet couch must fall.
This picture is notable for a few reasons, but mainly because I think it was taken not long after I arrived, when it was still strange seeing Fraser again, let alone seeing him strangely comfortable in such odd surroundings. But in the end, as long as there's beer (check) and a comfy velvet couch (check), it's all good.
Oh yeah, and as much as I love Fraser dearly, he does look like a self-righteous twit in this photo. I think it's the verging on 'patronising old lady' smile that does it. Then again it could just be the funny angle.