Adventures in Reading (not reading)
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hellisonMeh. Went to the dentist today and then came straight to work and they all MOCKED ME cruelly. Everyone seems very giddy today for some reason and not much work is getting done. So i am following suit and will present the tale of the weekend! With fun, frolics, nuns and Mr T.
Woke up, unsuprisingly, with a bit of a hangover. However made it through airports etc to arrive in Reading to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thipe and shambelina at the hotel. After exploring the hotel room and discovering the sink for bathing midgets but NOT the toilet, we went off to find pub and food and Dan (who doesn't have a live journal?).
After that it was Cider Buying Time (So. Much. Cider) then off into London to meet up withmalvino, admire his beard (it is a very fine beard), and go see Mark Thomas.
The gig was great - all about his efforts to prove how ridiculous the law over banning demonstrations round central london is. Very funny and I do love his 'political activism through taking the piss' methods. Also the whole plan of taking politicians to court for not having their licence to demonstrate is genius.
Afterwards, we got drinks and I was promptly ABANDONED by my two escorts to 'mind them' while they went to get stuff signed. "Never mind" I thought "surely they will bring me back something autographed!". Sadly, they did NOT.
The bastards.
After the gig and pints there was food and then it was Decided that, since I was too slow at walking and had unaccountably declined the offer of a fireman's lift through Leicester Square, I should get one of the bike rickshaw thingys back to the train station. The Nice Bike Rickshaw Man said there was room for two, but in punishment for their abandonment and lack of getting autographs, I decreed that THEY MUST WALK.
There is a photogaph of this moment which I fear captures my essence far too well to ever be displayed in public.
Then there was the Most OverCrowded Train Ever home, the misery of which was compounded by the incredibly hateful people who insisted on cramming themselves on when it was obviously TOO FULL already and talked incessantly about how wonderful they were and how funny it was the Whole Way Back. We may also have slightly horrified the nice man who unfortuately stood between myself and Thipe, with our SCIENTIFIC discussion of how you could best attach eyes to sparrows (not with staples, they'd burst).
FINALLY got back to hotel and the CIDER, where we had very refined discussions on literature, sculpture, fine art AND corporate art (really, we did!). Then Malvino fell asleep, leaving Thipe and I with ALL THE CIDER (enough to bathe a midget!), so things might have got a bit less refined. Possibly. Eventually it was half past 7 and therefore bedtime. All too briefly.
hmm. This is getting LONG. Anyway, onwards!
Saturday began mostly in pain and wanting more sleep. And a raid on the chemist near the hotel where I discovered teh BLISS that stick-on heat pads bring to a back in spasm.
Then it was time to board the reactivated Ginmobile (calling it the thipemobile just doesn't seem right!) to buy MOAR CIDER - lovely lovely Katy - and snacks. Then back to the flat to see the Midget Cave - with lock on the OUTSIDE - and try and recover from hangovers with popcorn and Firefly, which is a pretty fine way to spend an afternoon really.
OOH and there were PRESENTS - Racing Nuns! Which are excellent, tho they're not very good at playing chicken, they veer off in odd directions...
After a slight false start from the ginmobile we headed to the station to pick uptiny_eri and then hotel to get being_here and walklikeacat, for it was PARTY TIME!
A very convivial evening was had, with cider (obviously), snacks, Very Wrong Websites, guitar hero, a strange programme about breasts - some of which were unfortunate and others just downright scary - and fine music. And best of all, the Mr T pendant which managed to say just the right thing every time it was pressed. After a whilemalvino arrived, and also my friend C. from home, who was a. sober and b. not entirely sure what to make of you LOONS.
All in all much fun was had! Nuns were raced, cigars were smoked, some cider may have been spilt and, our flat warming duty done, it was eventually time to return to the hotel. This did mean trying to get myself, various presents and MR T up the stairs to the Outside world, leading to the entirely factual statement of "I can't carry that. MY POCKETS ARE FULL OF NUNS".
The glee in being able to say this led to forgetting I was wearing the MR T pendant, giving rise to a slightly awkward moment in the taxi when the driver said 'Where to?' as I was putting the seat belt on and got the reply "I ain't goin' to no airport Hannibal!".
Luckily it was a very short trip to the hotel ;p
It was a busy weekend ;p
A much quieter day, this one. Woke up withtiny_eri and malvino (which makes my life sounds so much more interesting that it actually is ;p), had further discussion of corporate art and then room service brought breakfast, which was very good of them!
Waved a fond farewell successively to Malvino, BH & WLC, then Thipe arrived and we went to the Best Shop Ever wherein Art and Presents forthesme_01 were purchased (you will love them. HONEST). Also bought scarves, then it was time for lunch and formulating of plans to lure more people to Reading for a bigger meet later in the year (the hotel is similar in price to St. Giles and so much nicer. With a POOL), possibly May/June.
Then checked out of the hotel (4pm checkout onna sunday! So civilised!) and Eri left, so Thipe & I went round some shops and Quested for Duct Tape, tho alas, this failed.
Got back to Casa Thipe and made ART for Thesme, possibly slightly horrifying ourselves in the process, and finally it was time to go. Alas. Though the journey back to Heathrow was very entertaining ;)
Finally got home about half 9 and collapsed on the sofa. With nuns.
All in all, a very fine weekend, it was lovely to see everyone and be Refined, Dignified International Persons of Mystery. And drink all that cider.
I highly recommend going to see Mark Thomas if you get the chance. Just don't rely on anyone else if you want anything signed (bastards).
Woke up, unsuprisingly, with a bit of a hangover. However made it through airports etc to arrive in Reading to meet
thipe and shambelina at the hotel. After exploring the hotel room and discovering the sink for bathing midgets but NOT the toilet, we went off to find pub and food and Dan (who doesn't have a live journal?).After that it was Cider Buying Time (So. Much. Cider) then off into London to meet up with
malvino, admire his beard (it is a very fine beard), and go see Mark Thomas.The gig was great - all about his efforts to prove how ridiculous the law over banning demonstrations round central london is. Very funny and I do love his 'political activism through taking the piss' methods. Also the whole plan of taking politicians to court for not having their licence to demonstrate is genius.
Afterwards, we got drinks and I was promptly ABANDONED by my two escorts to 'mind them' while they went to get stuff signed. "Never mind" I thought "surely they will bring me back something autographed!". Sadly, they did NOT.
The bastards.
After the gig and pints there was food and then it was Decided that, since I was too slow at walking and had unaccountably declined the offer of a fireman's lift through Leicester Square, I should get one of the bike rickshaw thingys back to the train station. The Nice Bike Rickshaw Man said there was room for two, but in punishment for their abandonment and lack of getting autographs, I decreed that THEY MUST WALK.
There is a photogaph of this moment which I fear captures my essence far too well to ever be displayed in public.
Then there was the Most OverCrowded Train Ever home, the misery of which was compounded by the incredibly hateful people who insisted on cramming themselves on when it was obviously TOO FULL already and talked incessantly about how wonderful they were and how funny it was the Whole Way Back. We may also have slightly horrified the nice man who unfortuately stood between myself and Thipe, with our SCIENTIFIC discussion of how you could best attach eyes to sparrows (not with staples, they'd burst).
FINALLY got back to hotel and the CIDER, where we had very refined discussions on literature, sculpture, fine art AND corporate art (really, we did!). Then Malvino fell asleep, leaving Thipe and I with ALL THE CIDER (enough to bathe a midget!), so things might have got a bit less refined. Possibly. Eventually it was half past 7 and therefore bedtime. All too briefly.
hmm. This is getting LONG. Anyway, onwards!
Saturday began mostly in pain and wanting more sleep. And a raid on the chemist near the hotel where I discovered teh BLISS that stick-on heat pads bring to a back in spasm.
Then it was time to board the reactivated Ginmobile (calling it the thipemobile just doesn't seem right!) to buy MOAR CIDER - lovely lovely Katy - and snacks. Then back to the flat to see the Midget Cave - with lock on the OUTSIDE - and try and recover from hangovers with popcorn and Firefly, which is a pretty fine way to spend an afternoon really.
OOH and there were PRESENTS - Racing Nuns! Which are excellent, tho they're not very good at playing chicken, they veer off in odd directions...
After a slight false start from the ginmobile we headed to the station to pick up
tiny_eri and then hotel to get being_here and walklikeacat, for it was PARTY TIME!A very convivial evening was had, with cider (obviously), snacks, Very Wrong Websites, guitar hero, a strange programme about breasts - some of which were unfortunate and others just downright scary - and fine music. And best of all, the Mr T pendant which managed to say just the right thing every time it was pressed. After a while
malvino arrived, and also my friend C. from home, who was a. sober and b. not entirely sure what to make of you LOONS.All in all much fun was had! Nuns were raced, cigars were smoked, some cider may have been spilt and, our flat warming duty done, it was eventually time to return to the hotel. This did mean trying to get myself, various presents and MR T up the stairs to the Outside world, leading to the entirely factual statement of "I can't carry that. MY POCKETS ARE FULL OF NUNS".
The glee in being able to say this led to forgetting I was wearing the MR T pendant, giving rise to a slightly awkward moment in the taxi when the driver said 'Where to?' as I was putting the seat belt on and got the reply "I ain't goin' to no airport Hannibal!".
Luckily it was a very short trip to the hotel ;p
It was a busy weekend ;p
A much quieter day, this one. Woke up with
tiny_eri and malvino (which makes my life sounds so much more interesting that it actually is ;p), had further discussion of corporate art and then room service brought breakfast, which was very good of them!Waved a fond farewell successively to Malvino, BH & WLC, then Thipe arrived and we went to the Best Shop Ever wherein Art and Presents for
thesme_01 were purchased (you will love them. HONEST). Also bought scarves, then it was time for lunch and formulating of plans to lure more people to Reading for a bigger meet later in the year (the hotel is similar in price to St. Giles and so much nicer. With a POOL), possibly May/June.Then checked out of the hotel (4pm checkout onna sunday! So civilised!) and Eri left, so Thipe & I went round some shops and Quested for Duct Tape, tho alas, this failed.
Got back to Casa Thipe and made ART for Thesme, possibly slightly horrifying ourselves in the process, and finally it was time to go. Alas. Though the journey back to Heathrow was very entertaining ;)
Finally got home about half 9 and collapsed on the sofa. With nuns.
All in all, a very fine weekend, it was lovely to see everyone and be Refined, Dignified International Persons of Mystery. And drink all that cider.
I highly recommend going to see Mark Thomas if you get the chance. Just don't rely on anyone else if you want anything signed (bastards).
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Date: 2007-12-18 04:30 pm (UTC)Although you would have thought I'd learnt by now NOT to read your ramblings while at work. I'm supposed to be writing very boring manuals and everyone stared at me when I suddenly couldn't stop giggling :(
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Date: 2007-12-18 04:34 pm (UTC)Also, I am glad I can brighten up your day. It is probably just as well I didn't include the rickshaw photo tho ;p
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Date: 2007-12-18 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-18 05:11 pm (UTC)