quote:Originally posted by Ringo: Cheers for that Thorn, I was feeling quite sad that I never tried to chat VP up at the meet, but having seen that.. well now I'm thinking "yeah but sometimes she looks like that"
It's worse than you think - that's actually her cum face.
quote:Originally posted by Vogon Poetess: I believe the last thing I said/vodka-leery yelled at Dang was, "stop with the East Enders shit!" but Thorn told me to say that so it's his fault.
This isn't true! What I actually said was something along the lines of "I quite like it when Dang posts that". It reminds me of a pleasant fantasy world where we get back together and you do as you're told.
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Yes - that's a shame, but last time I cancelled my plans on the promise of Louche attendance at a meet, she didn't fucking show up.
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you only posted once, astro. what did you write originally..
louche is quiet. is she lying broken at the bottom of a well in a special shed in the suburbs of harrogate, weeping gently to herself as the emollients do their work, we ask ourselves.
quote:Originally posted by turbo: Where is photographic proof that this meat actually happened and isn't just some elaborate story you all made up?
They always do this crap after (so called) meats.
"It was just gr23 to see so many new faces..." "OMG! Did you see Dang dancing? He looked like my dad!!!!" "I drank sixteen tequilas and then deep-throated the bouncer - who looked exactly like Henry Rollins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As the true in-crowd knows, there have been no meats since * Feb '03.
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quote:Originally posted by Thorn Davis: Yes - that's a shame, but last time I cancelled my plans on the promise of Louche attendance at a meet, she didn't fucking show up.
I'm going out on a bit of a limb here but I reckon that, even minus Louche, the rest of us could have shown you a better time than spending a weekend in the depths of Dorset being looked down on by your own parents. You should have come along, you wished you had done and you're a fucking idiot, just admit it.
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* Lucid and Memes for being the best hosts/people ever. Sorry for being the worst guest/person ever. If I ever see you again (hope so) I will make it up to you by presenting you with a crisp fiver each. f i v e p o u n s
* Louche for being everything I expected and more. What is an e-mail address I can reach you on, g-ginge?
* Ben's brother receives anti-props for, upsettingly, not having Ben's face. Not even slightly. Lovely guy though.
* Bender. Always a pleasure, mayt.
* Ringo. Ringo! You do talk! And you are excellent. And you are looking less like Benway every day. You can do little wrong in my book.
* PTISYFDFKI - glad to see everything is working out for you buddy. At least, I assume it is. I can't actually remember what we talked about. You were smiling though. I think.
* Dang! I shook your hand! Only marginally beaten by shaking (prodding) Kat Slater from Eastenders's hand (face) once. Definitely the second best celebrity's body part touched by a body part of mine, though. Honoured.
* Mikee for providing quality entertainment Sunday morn. Specifically by diving into an inflatable relaxation/contemplation pod using a trampoline. Not many people could pull this off with as much grace/dignity.
* Omikin. Was Omikin there? I don't think he was, actually. Scratch that one.
* StevieX's hair. Lovely person attached to it, too, but the hair wins out over the human I'm afraid.
* Uber. Yes. We did well, sugar. I only made you cry once! Also, we have learned a valuable lesson. It is not worth paying five pouns for a quarter pounder from Wimpy's in the Watford Gap services. You will receive this: wasps, misery.
* Bamba for his cheeky grin and bar-hypnosis skillz. Good to finally talk to you, buddy.
* The Barmen in Simple for being the most overworked bastards in the world. God, I felt so guilty I couldn't even look you in the eye. Do they post here?
* Astro for erotic gimp-swing display, and staying up all night for no good reason, while everyone else showed what pussies they were and slept.
And a belated award to VP for apparently mutating into a crazy-eyed whore since we last met.
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I also rather enjoyed the coach journey (apart from wasps at the Watford Gap service station on the return journey) and everyone who Raz posted pictures of the other day was actually on the coach! Apart from the feather lady. Also of quality value was the coach drivers comments about London as we approached Victoria ...and this is Buckingham Palace where the Queen lives. Shame we're running 4 minutes behind schedule or she would be waiting for us, pot in hand, to give us a cup of tea...
Most of the outward journey was spent laughing at the application of sun tan lotion, most of the return journey was spent staring blankely out of the windows with awe at the countryside while Raz snored beside me. O, yes and also me being so spaced that I accidentally opened the Emergency Exit door on the coach and almost stepped out onto instant death on the motorway, rather than the toilet door which is what I was expecting. One of the most scary moments of my life.
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Re rangy, I most often hear it used to describe a tall, lanky racehorse most usually suited to flat, stiff tracks like Sandown or The Curragh.
Also I didn't think Luch was at all ginger. Strawberry blonde perhaps, but not jinner.
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Disclaimer: these pictures are shockingly bad. As everyone was a couple of hours 'fashionably rude' we had started without them er "'nother Pimms anyone?" Guess everyone's anonymity is preserved.(well- anyone with anything to hide, eh?)
Apols for our late arrival and early departure but these were due to 'circumstances beyond our control' to wit trains and navigational 'issues' on Ringo's part...oh, and Louche. But that's her story..
Once again, lovely to have had you darlings.
Edit for photo confusion: apols for spastication ta bamba. first photo is a double - can you bin it?
ETA: If you put up images with spaces in the filename then you need to replace the spaces with %20. I don't really know why though so this post is less useful than it could be.
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A couple of other things that come to mind when reading through this thread:
Mikey greeted me pleasantly when he first turned up even though aparently "I was a bastard to him on the boards". I waved it off at the time but I am slightly perturbed by this. Not that I'm not a prick sometimes of course but I honestly don't remember giving Mr Teevee any hassle, can anyone enlighten me?
Can no one honestly tell me what else (aside from the requisite chilli sauce) that Mancunians put on their kebabs? I really wish I was sober enough to do more than nod hungrily at the guy when he kept gesturing towards my kebab with his collection of mysterious bottles.
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depends where you went mate. most places i frequented (abudls, camel one, saajaan) put yogurt (mint), plus chili sos, plus mango, plus chili peppers (pickled), with vegetation.
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There's a kebab house called Camel One? lol, genius.
quote:Originally posted by damo: put yogurt (mint)
Yes! I do remember seeing a bottle full of milky fluid [insert 'wanking into kebabs' joke here] so that seems likely. Good, I feel better now.
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To be completely frank dude, I've got no idea where in the hell I was. It was relatively town centre-ish and they'd gone for a yellow and blue motif in their sign design if that helps at all.
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Going the right way for a smacked bottom
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Bamba was raised on Glaswegian after pub cuisine: he could eat his way through a kilo of depleted uranium and still have room for pudding.
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Chips and cheese was always my weapon of choice with which to fend off drunken hunger pangs. These days I mostly end up back at my woman's house post-pub so it's straight to the Chinese.
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Carved TMO on her clit just to make you feel bad
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That photograph makes me want to crawl to the toilet and ram my fingers down my throat until there's nothing left but stringy bile, media-fed images of perfection and a desperate dream of anorexia left swilling round my putrid innards.
But. Meet. Meat. I was rancidly, horrifically, humiliating intoxicated for most of it. I have a bruise on my thigh the size, colour and texture of desperately unorganic, antibiotic-fed, three week old Tesco steak. I owe Raz so many lifetimes of apologies I may as well just dedicate the remainder of my paltry existance to following him around like some wizened Romany, offering flowers and perpetually defeated hope.
That'll be the low points, then.
The high points, of which there were myriad include;
The fantastically astute Astro navigation. Never in the history of humankind has a woman devoted such unstinting dedication to ensuring that I ended up in such the wrong place.
Lucid and Memes: excellent bbq, excellent and kindly hospitality and wide range of Sunday morning entertainment. Wayne's World We Are Not Worthy moment.
The look of unbridled horror in Dang's eyes when I introduced myself, followed by his speedy exit to talk to them people over there.
The elongated and probably extremely immature defence of Bret Easten Ellis mounted by me, which I would imagine went something like this. But is the best book ever and you're wrong *stamp foot*
Meeting and conversing at length with Ben and VP, something I would quite like to do on another occasion, perhaps when not wholly incapacitated from rational speech by excessive alcohol consumption.
Stevie X and PTIYPASI, both fucking sound and both excellent additions to my 'people I slurred at a bit' list.
Meeting the really quite delectable Ben, who rather imperiously and interestingly, on my arrival, pointed a finger at me and said I'll get to you next.
Meeting the Legendary, and later impugned Raxxle, who is without a doubt, the kind of person one ought to have elongated and scintillating conversations with about the intrinsic links between Iain Banks and Radiohead tracks and who, to my eternal envy, is really, quite, quite quick in conversation
The delectable, if navigation-unsound Astro de Mariner, whom I passionately adored in an almost embarrassing fashion and who endured my morning after hellishness for a marathon few hours at Piccadilly before gratefully escaping back to the sanity of Scotland. Never on these boards will anything other than adulation pass my lips.
Sidney, of course, who one day will be remembered as the most beautiful, humane and wonderful woman on TMO.
NWOD for coping with admirable stoicism at having to perch precariously on the edge of a bed all night because of me. And also for the absolute visual brilliance of the previously noted trampoline/chill out room manouvere.
Bamba, apologies for either having a conversation with you and being far too hammered to remember, or for not having a conversation with you at all. Miffy, apologies for being such a cnut as to spend all night telling you to read Jasper fforde. Ringo, you were not as I imagined but rather magnificent. Uber, you were quite, quite wonderful.
quote:Originally posted by Bamba: To be completely frank dude, I've got no idea where in the hell I was. It was relatively town centre-ish and they'd gone for a yellow and blue motif in their sign design if that helps at all.
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quote:Originally posted by Louche: Bamba, apologies for either having a conversation with you and being far too hammered to remember, or for not having a conversation with you at all.
Nah, we never did talk. As I said you pretty much terrified me in the state you were in and the voice in my head that soothingly murmured "It's okay, we've got ages to get that hammered then we can just slur at each other on equal terms" was proved wrong by the frustratingly ghey time at which you all left. Still, such a good time did I have that I'm utterly convinced that another, better organised NorthMeat is definitely on the cards* and we can both make up for this dreadful oversight.
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Please take the photos with me in them down. Thanks.
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I can say the weekend was brilliant. It had a feeling in the air a special feeling. You know when everyone sits around and thinks; 'We had some great times back then, didn't we?' Well, driving to Milton Keynes on a warm Friday afternoon, gave me the sensation that it would be one of those weekends I could look back on fondly. I was not dissapointed.
I was lucky to start the weekend with Ringo. We must promise never, ever to let Miffy rent a DVD ever again. Even.....even if she wins best out of fucking ten at paper, scissors, stone. Although, what other girl in the world would pay money for her friends to watch violence spliced with theatre school acting and soft porn?
Firstly, a big thank yo, to Lucid and Memester. We were looking very forward to coming and no amount of red herrings like 'Its a stoneclad house' and its near a phone-box, near a thingy' were gonna put us off. Thanks for testing our navigational mettle. It cuts the wheat from the chaff. I was shameless by suggesting 'we should at least stop for a half....you know, to show our appreciation for letting us use the map' whilst working out directions, two hours later than we should of been. It was very kind of you to put us up (put up with us?)
Sorry for the reception, I was undeniably unenthusiastic, but the extra time on the journey was unfortunate and couldn't be helped, so apologies if I was less than acceptable on arrival. I soon made up for lost attention span, by acting like a hyperactive child later on.
Astro was lovely to meet on arrival but later horrified me as she morphed into Beaston. The power of 'christ!' compelled her to recant her choice of words. Like I can talk.
Louche? Knows how to party.
It was lovely to see Uber, Sidney and Rax again, even if he felt urged to give me a wedgie whilst I was performing a headstand on the moving train. Three pouns of assorted change fell out my pocket and rolled up the train as a result.
Sorry Bamba, I was just being drunk and silly. I somehow imagined you to be quite fiery in real life and you kind of stared blankly at my accusations you called me a tosser, at 13.22, on the 5th of March 2002. There was no truth in it. Sorry Stevie also, I scared that guy in the toilets right proper. You must have hid your horror.
Veep, I promise I'll talk to you properly. The whole pub was shaking violently and slurring....don't you remember? I'll try not to get pissed so much next time.
PTIYPASI! I barely spoke to you!
or Dang.
Oh and I said something filthy in front of Ben.
Fuck.
Top shout to Miffy for driving me fucking miles all the way home and even taking me to the front door We left Glossop at around 1pm and she got me home at 8.30pm. She was also the finder of the classic colouring books 'Endless Bummer' and 'Slam Sandwich'
quote:Originally posted by New Way Of Decay: Sorry Stevie also, I scared that guy in the toilets right proper. You must have hid your horror.
No need for apologies Michael - it was one of the highlights of the evening. For those of you who missed it, this incident consisted of NWOD "inflicting" the sight of his new piercings on all and sundry (well, me and another geezer) in the vertigo-inducing toilets at Simple.
The other geezer was 240 lbs of Ben-Sherman clad meat, yet Iron Mike pushed him to within --this-- far of pulling a whitey. He was begging for him to stop. I guess you had to be there, but it was fookin' hilarious.
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