Cam Winstanley

We ate frugally and had a few drinks and were just on the point of leaving when the evil empire of Amiga Format turned up for a genuine mag meal.

This was back in the days when Marcus Dyson ruled the roost and the rivalry was genuinely tinged with animosity. I think fat ad boy Duncan Ferguson was there too, and Colin had some problems about him being "a fucking monkey."

The strange decision was made that there was NO WAY we were going to leave before that lot, and the drinking binge was started in a bid to have more glasses and drink more rounds than AF. In no time at all, we'd beaten them hands down, but by then we couldn't stop. Colin had a waitress send a banana covered in cream to Duncan to prove his "monkey theory." We laugh at this jape...

Tim Norris

(It wasn't covered in cream, it was just a peeled banana. Colin asked me to order it when I went to the bar for a repeat of our round of drinks. They later returned the favour, but theirs was "decorated" with orange slices and corn relish to symbolise a human penis. We laugh yet more heartily at this jape.)

.. then the legendary order of tequila with tequila slammer chasers arrives and is consumed.

Tim Tucker

I have to confirm with a shudder that a banana was delivered to Duncan, and I seem to recall him replying by smothering it with some sort of milk-based liquid and throwing it back at Colin.

Which just goes to show what it takes to make Senior Ad Manager at Britain's fifth largest publishing company.