• meeting a bear-like but clearly shellshocked Dang65 for the first time;
• mashed, but still breathtaking Amazonian Louche arguing the toss about Bret Easton Ellis with me and VP - making up in volume and repetition any shortcomings in coherence or subtlety;
• comparing rings with the delightful Astromariner;
• spirited discussion pre-Glossoposse with the excellent Stevie of X et al;
• Raz getting breathy about Canal Street.

• teh bar "service" in teh Simple & 40 minute waits for much needed chipes;
• not getting nearly enough time to talk to everyone;
• fits of narcolepsy in the bar me, PTIYPASI, Bamba, Patrick and Vogon went to after Simple;
• Louche being so caned upon arrival at Simple I doubt she'll remember either detail or outline of any of what we talked about

Otherwise: awesoma! We must do again soon!


[ 01.08.2004, 13:02: Message edited by: ben ]
 

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Posted by Bamba (Member # 330) on :
 

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Originally posted by ben:
Hope everyone got back to reality without injury or distress - especially Bamba: what happened to you, man? We did two sweeps of the place and you seemed to have vanished without a trace. Queer were looks I got as I spent several minutes bellowing Bambaaa at the looked stall in the toilets there. We assumed you must have either got chucked out or - who knows? - got lucky, but it would be good to hear you're safe and sound asap.

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• The weather was fantastic all day which added to the holiday atmosphere. It also apears that Manchester is entirely populated by stunningly attractive and skimpily dressed women. Bonus points for that.
• Displaying my 1337 bar skills by not only consistently getting served faster than everyone else but apparently accidentally convincing one of the barstaff to give Raz a free beer.
• Manchester I now know is home to the finest kebabs known to man. So much so that I actually ate this one rather than taking the more traditional route of rubbing it all over my face and clothes before passing out. Aside from the whole nan-bread things which is a winner in itself, the friendly kebab merchant seemes to apply a multitude of bizarre yet scrumptious sauces and oils. I've absolutely no idea what ended up on it (can anyone help with this?) but fuck me was it good.

The service in Simple was, as Ben said, shit and the only beer they had on tap was the vile Wifebeater but these are minor moans. I did feel sorry for Patrick as he had to listen to descriptions and chate about things that would have made no sense to him at all. Also, did Uber turn up again eventually? I can't remember if Lucid et all actually managed to track her down before they had to go home. The only really shitty thing was the scant amount of time between the BBQ posse actually turning up at the bar and the time they had to go home again. This robbed me of the chance to speak to Louche (and others of course) but quite frankly she terrified me in her intoxicated state. Hopefully I'll have a chance to make up for that at a later date. If I didn't mention you above it's for no other reason than because I need to end this post at some point or I' could go on all night. Rest assured that everybody there was fantastic.
 

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Posted by Ringo (Member # 47) on :
 
I feel that massive shout out's need to be shouted int he direction of Lucy and Maim's, not merely for providing more than adequate shelter, but also proving themselves to be incredibly hardcore and fantastic people and incredibly generous hosts. Imagine the shame, therefore, that I feel about the shocking state in which we left their house earlier today. For this I can merely apologise and promise it wont happen next time. There will be a next time wont there?

Everyone else was axcellent, especially Raz who I spoke to properly for the first time and Astra who is immeasurably sweet and cool.

That is all I can muster now I'm afraid. I feel somewhat... drained..
 

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Posted by Memes (Member # 723) on :
 
Hey wicked you got back safe, our hearts were in our mouths for a while.

Glad you all enjoyed yourselves - we've been basking all afternoon in sunshine.

It was a big weekend, lovely to put faces/voices/intonations[gr?] to the names.


Good times eh?
 

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Posted by Uber Trick (Member # 456) on :
 
WARNING: VERY LONG POST TO FOLLOW.
I have returned from the north and am awaiting the imminent arrival of my week long hangover that I so deserve. Ben, sorry I didn't get to speak to you at all, also, Bamba - did I really not speak to you again? Are we destined to go to meats and not meat forever? So apologies to those I didn't get to speak to and those who I did, especially dang who I fear I may have been rude to unintentionally.

It was a sorry but happy and mildly embarrassed tribe of people who gathered around Lucid and Memes garden table this morning. Some had had more sleep than others, some had had none, and a few of us merely drifted in and out of conciousness rather than actually sleeping. Using our combined patchy memories of various points of last night we managed to quilt together a fairly accurate idea of what happened but I have to confess to spectacular levels of drunkeness (lol - in case no one had noticed!). I must learn that just because I don't smoke anymore doesn't mean that I have to down my drinks twice as fast as anyone else.

So to make up for any shame on my part which I cannot remember as yet I am going to share with you my favourite poem (its a long one though) which a mashed Astro and I tried to recite at 5am whilst overlooking the most beautiful reservoir surrounded by hills and a pink tinged sky whilst sharing a bottle of Freixenet which was produced by Memes and Lucid once we reached this amazing haven. (Seriously, their hospitality is faultless - even the coffee comes with a shot of Baileys!)

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Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo

The the yellow fog that rubs it back upon the windowpanes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be a time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?'
Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair -
[They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!']
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin -
[They will say: 'But how his arms and legs are thin!']
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all -
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffe spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all -
The eyes that fix you in a forumulated phrase,
And when I am forumlated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all -
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

......

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning our of windows?...
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

......

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep... tired... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald]
bought in upon a platter,
I am not prophet - and here's no great matter;
I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: 'I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all' -
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: 'That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.'

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor -
And this, and so much more? -
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
'That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.'

.....

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of his sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous -
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old... I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

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Thanks again to the wonderful Lucid and Memes who's hospitality will take some rivalling; to the lovely Astromariner for walking and talking nonsense with me; to the ever lovely Sidney for looking after me and listening to my drunken ramblings; to Louche for driving us to and from the station and for being very nice and not scary at all apart from when shouting at other drivers; thanks to the wonderful Stevie X; the scared dang; the ever patient and smiling PTIYPASI; to one and to all; to the Glossop posse. PARTY ON.

Edit to add: Having just seen Bamba's post it would seem that he was recipient to one of my drunken ramblings. Phew. At least I can feel that we have finally met. Next step will be for me to remember it next time! /

[ 01.08.2004, 14:54: Message edited by: Uber Trick ]
 

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Posted by Bamba (Member # 330) on :
 

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Originally posted by Uber Trick:
also, Bamba - did I really not speak to you again? Are we destined to go to meats and not meat forever?

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We did kind of speak but you were really beyond any kind of proper conversation at that point. You were very sweet if that helps, just also very drunk.
 

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Posted by Uber Trick (Member # 456) on :
 
fo' shame
 

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Posted by Put This In Your Pipe and Smoke It (Member # 84) on :
 
I’ll chime in this time, instead of my usual voyeurism.

It was absolutely awesome seeing everyone there – as always, you are a great bunch of folk to share a bevy with.

This was lovely:
Everyone being in the bar around the corner from me
Meeting the people I got a chance to have a good parley with. You all rock. Stevie, excellent to meet you, as I thought it would be. Uber – lovely to see you for the (too) short time I did. Louche – you’ll have to make good on that pint you promised me. Bamba – holy shit, that was one disappearing act! Glad you’re ok. Miffy – hope you took the ears off before you went to bed. Dang – hope you had a goodun! VP – I shall let you know if I decide to venture out to NZ. Ben & Co – good to see you again, but Patrick looks nothing like his photo.

This utterly sucked:
All of you Glossop-sleeping buggers disappearing on me! I was looking forward to having a good chinwag with rest of you, but I turn my back for 5 minutes and you’ve all vanished. You shits.

Hope to see you all again soon.
 

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Posted by Astromariner (Member # 446) on :
 
Firstly, thanks to Lucid and Memes who provided tasty food, beers, and good company, and were just generally excellent (and patient) hosts. Thanks for letting us stay in your house.

It was brilliant to meet those of you who made it to Simple - though there did not seem to be nearly as much time to gibber senselessly at people as I would have liked. I was thoroughly over-excited to meet Vogon(unfeasibly attractive and witty: hateful cow), Bamba(cheerfully abusive as ever), Dang(looked as bewildered as I was: phew), Stevie(rock star tresses) PTIYPASI(who listened indulgently to pointless ranting), ben (who, upon arriving, I pointed at and shouted “I know who you are”, in manner of weirdy freak head), ben's brother Patrick (who listened indulgently to pointless ranting). Apologies to all.

I also need to apologise to lovely Ringo of the well-coiffed hair for keeping him awake with my incessant chatter whilst he was trying to get some much needed shut-eye, but who was far too polite and kind to just tell me to fuck off. Uber was a delightfully glamorous early morning trekking buddy, stuggling gamely up rocky edifices, barelegged in a tiny denim skirt and black suede slouch boots. NWOD made me laugh until my stomach hurt, Miffy made me want to be 20 and look like her. Louche was both marvellous and magnificent. Sidney was the very epitome of cool, although she did feed me salty tea. (- 1 point). Raz spent a lot of time making me fetch things for him and telling me to shut up for no reason, but made me a very satisfactory cup of tea with exactly the right amount of milk and sugar (+1 point).

I haven’t had any sleep since 8.30 yesterday morning so I think it’s best I head bedwards now. But I very much enjoyed meeting all of you internet freaks: let’s do it again soon.
 

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Posted by ben (Member # 13) on :
 

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Originally posted by Bamba:
Everyone that knows me is well used to this behaviour but I forgot that it's be a new experience to you folks.

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quote:

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Originally posted by Darryn.R:
One can only assume that a camera was taken to this event ?

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quote:

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Originally posted by Thorn Davis:
Was he everything I hoped he would be?

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If you had hoped he'd be slightly confused and scared looking then yes, all your fantasies came true.
 

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Posted by Grianagh (Member # 583) on :
 
Sorry we missed you all. Perhaps next time around?
 

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Posted by omikin (Member # 37) on :
 
iwish i had come now .

i decided not to spend yet another weekend on a motorway, however. also, i wouldn't have been much company as i only got 3 hours sleep on friday, and as a result went for a "lie-down" at 6pm on saturday evening, and woke up at 7am on sunday!

that's never happened before. also i was lucky not to have had all my worldly possessions stolen as i left the patio door wide open...

please organise another northmeat so i can attend.

bamba - i totally understand your bed-ward moves. i have a very similar thing which kicks in. even if i'm staying with friends - i persuade/bully them to take me home. i am the ultimate party pooper .
 

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Posted by dang65 (Member # 102) on :
 
I'm glad I'm only being referred to as clearly shellshocked, scared, bewildered and slightly confused as it means that my attempts not to appear completely fucking terrified and without a clue what was going on at all were actually quite successful. I don't think I'm very good in these real life, actually talking to proper people situations. Oh, you guessed.

Right, other people, far more interesting. I was sober of course, so I saw the whole sordid evening through very different eyes. I mentioned to a couple of people at the time that this meat was like seeing a favourite novel which you've read many times suddenly turned into a film - with the casting completely wrong. So, the characters one had envisaged as brash and loud were in fact rather withdrawn and nervous, and the ones one expected to be quiet and reserved were speed-talking, free associating, street preachers.

No names, but decent, honest citizens every one. I think many will have found StevieX to be a revelation? Well, I did. Lovely chap, centre of attention, deserves to have a photo of his hair put up here for all to gasp at and admire.

Some people's posting style suddenly makes complete sense once you meet them. Louche, who I only spoke to for about 30 seconds, will be read in a different voice in my head from now on. Ben speaks like an elongated, high speed version of his own posts. Was a pleasure to meet him, though I felt sorry for his brother who obviously knows the area well and was desperate to take us to some proper, cool places but was ignored at every attempt.

One excellent advantage of drunk people is that they make no attempt whatsoever to appear interested in what you're saying. I can clearly remember speaking to StevieX and Uber and watching both of them glaze over in the most blatantly bored fashion. Perhaps that's what you meant by being rude to me Uber? If so, noooooo, it was one of the evening's highlights!

Lucid and Mrs Lucid have already been praised for looking after everyone at their house, but it should also be mentioned that they did the same at the pub, keeping the chat going, smiling when there was frankly nothing to smile about and collecting everyone up at the end to get the train home (how the hell did you manage to pull that one off successfully?? It was like trying to round up a swarm of house flies with an egg cup.)

PTIYPASI and Bamba were fine and decent company and we even had something of a proper conversation at one point. Very worrying. Raz is one of those people who completely suit being pissed, like Lance Percival in Carry On Cruising. He was ace, and so were Mike Teevee and Astro who was doing almost as good a job of being nervous as me.

And I've missed some people which does not mean they weren't lovely but that this post is way too long already, but, the really funny bit of the evening was nothing to do with us. I'm going to note it down for use in one of those sitcoms I'm never going to write:

This bar had a big front window with some people standing outside and some at tables inside. At one of these tables sat a crowd of people and one of the girls facing the window was trying to get a cigarette off one of her mates. To make herself understood she was making the sign of holding a cigarette - the V sign, that most insulting of gestures to any self-respecting Englishman. And there was a self-respecting Englishman standing outside. He stormed into the bar shouting, "Are you doing that to me? Are you fucking doing that to me?" It was an excellent piece of improvised slapstick from someone who was clearly a raving psychopath, perhaps hired by the Corporation of Manchester to delight visiting drinkers. I don't know.
 

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Posted by Vogon Poetess (Member # 164) on :
 


100% prime cuts of hand-reared meaty goodness served up by a jolly village butcher (don't you think Ben would make a good family butcher?)

I won't dwell on the rage-inducing service at the wanky bar, or the gayness of the "last train home" girls.

I will linger lovingly on the pant-wetting excitement of seeing StevieX, Dang65, Louche, Astromariner, Lucid etc unmasked and real!1!

Sorry I only spoke approx four words to Sidney, NWOD and Ringo. But you were cruelly taken away from us! Also I told Raz he was too drunk and I wouldn't buy him a drink "for his own good". I wish he had glassed me for saying that.

I think I was actually fairly sober, considering I'd only eaten a banana, some crisps, a Subway and a small bowl of chips all day. Therefore, the rocking inteleckchull debate I was having with Louche and Ben re the dull and overrated Bret Easton Ellis must have been shit-sizzling hot and clever. When I said I liked Astro's green necklace and Louche's saucepot glasses, this was actually THE TRUTH.

I forgot to take any pictures until the hardcore meaters were in the last bar. I believe I have one of Ben in old-man-asleep-sitting-up pose, one of Ben's brother plus PIYPASI and one of me and Pipey, in which I'm fairly confident my eyes were shut and my gob open.

[tellytubby gleeful wail]again, again! [/ellytubby gleeful wail]

[ 02.08.2004, 05:51: Message edited by: Vogon Poetess ]
 

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Posted by StevieX (Member # 91) on :
 
Darryn - oh yeah, several cameras there. Just didn't see one being used. Mine never came out of its protective pouch... damn. Can't believe Bamba's disingenuity though - the guy was dripping with more gadgetry than you could shake a shitty stick at...

Well, holy cow, that was fun. As a meat virgin, I will confess a level of nerves more normally experienced on a first date. Overwhelmingly, people were lovely, charming and it was most excellent to finally put some names and faces together. Time to comment, then!

In (rough/approx) order of meeting:

VP, you were like your photo come to life, but sorry if you initially thought that I was an axe moiderer.

PTIYPASI a charming and understated drinking companion (I was in full-tilt "hind legs off a donkey" mode, my default position when nervous), even though I couldn't persuade you to try even a sip of Manchester's finest ale...

Bamba, Ben, Vogon (again), not to forget Patrick - the first shall be last and the last shall be first. Thanks for putting me at my ease; I'd have loved to join you all for cocktails instead of running Cinderella-like to Piccadilly.

Ringo, who is now my "Ford-Buddy", probably surprised me most of everyone, on account of sheer laid-backness, while I am endeavouring to get a Ritalin script sorted for the slightly overwhelming, but lovely NWOD. Carter? Miffysocks was a hoot - I loved the ears.

Lucid and Memes; were both thoroughly sweet and generous.

Uber was lovely beyond all expectation, and I was delighted to eventually make the acquaintance of Rax.

The prize for "not at all what I thought he'd be like" must go to Dang - about twice as tall and umpteen times more mellow than I suspected.

Inevitably, there's a list of people who I would have loved to have chatted with more, but really got not much further than a basic exchange of pleasantries. This is of course a good reason to do something like this again soon! So Astro, we'll talk about bees sometime in the future I hope. As for Louche, I'm glad that you haven't (as far as I know) seen my butt... Sidney, who I've now managed to avoid in both the city of my birth and the city I call home. I don't think I've missed anyone, but apologies if I have.

It would have been great had the Glossop crowd not had to leave so early, and my personal disappointment was the absence of Mart and Gree, but if this sets the standard for future Northmeats then I think that it can be considered a great success.
 

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Posted by Thorn Davis (Member # 65) on :
 

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Originally posted by Vogon Poetess:
I'm fairly confident my eyes were shut and my gob open.

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Surely not?



[ 02.08.2004, 07:58: Message edited by: Thorn Davis ]
 

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Posted by Vogon Poetess (Member # 164) on :
 
REMOVE THAT NOW.
 

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Posted by I am not... (Member # 25) on :
 
lol, strangely erotic
 

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Posted by MiscellaneousFiles (Member # 60) on :
 
If ever a picture was asking to be phooed...
 

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Posted by Darryn.R (Member # 1) on :
 
Holy Moley what a mouth... !
 

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Posted by Thorn Davis (Member # 65) on :
 

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Originally posted by Vogon Poetess:
REMOVE THAT NOW.

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B-but I've been waiting for ages to use that pic.
 

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Posted by omikin (Member # 37) on :
 
at least he airbrushed off the anchor tattoo on your upper arm.
 

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Posted by Ringo (Member # 47) on :
 
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"
 

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Posted by ben (Member # 13) on :
 
Ah - that reminds me. Did anyone 'get off' with anyone in Glossop?
 

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Posted by Vogon Poetess (Member # 164) on :
 
Sorry Ringo that all I said to you was, "did you enjoy driving up here?" Just think of all the interesting things we might have talked about.

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.

Next time should be held in a quiet friendly pub, to last all afternoon and evening, with nobody being allowed to leave. Get fucking organising then!
 

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Posted by saltrock (Member # 622) on :
 
Sounds like you all had a loverly time Muchly glad for you.
 

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Posted by ben (Member # 13) on :
 

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Originally posted by ben:
Did anyone 'get off' with anyone in Glossop?

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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"

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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.

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Originally posted by turbo:
Where is photographic proof that this meat actually happened and isn't just some elaborate story you all made up?

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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.

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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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Posted by Bamba (Member # 330) on :
 
Ben's use of the word 'rangy' to describe Louche compelled to me to track down it's meaning. Thankfully Dictionary.com illuminated me:

Providing ample range; roomy

So there you go Louche, Ben thinks you're 'roomy'.
 

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Posted by ben (Member # 13) on :
 


OED: tall and slim; long limbed

Don't trust everything you read on the Ginsternet, Bamba.
 

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Posted by Raz (Member # 449) on :
 
Hello TMO you fucking bunch of fucks.

OK speedpropz:

* 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.

[ 02.08.2004, 11:43: Message edited by: Raz ]
 

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Posted by Uber Trick (Member # 456) on :
 
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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Posted by Vogon Poetess (Member # 164) on :
 
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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Posted by Memes (Member # 723) on :
 
A selection of coy carp:

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?

[ 02.08.2004, 14:41: Message edited by: Memes ]
 

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Posted by Bamba (Member # 330) on :
 


Ringo and Mike



Unsquiffy miffy

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.

[ 02.08.2004, 18:37: Message edited by: Bamba ]
 

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Posted by Bamba (Member # 330) on :
 
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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camel one

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put yogurt (mint)

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• 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.

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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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fucked if i know. i don't live there anymore.

 

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Posted by Bamba (Member # 330) on :
 

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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.

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Originally posted by Sidney:
Please take the photos with me in them down. Thanks.

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Posted by New Way Of Decay (Member # 106) on :
 
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'
 

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Posted by ben (Member # 13) on :
 
lol - o yes, I remember that now. Heh.
 

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Posted by StevieX (Member # 91) on :
 

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Sorry Stevie also, I scared that guy in the toilets right proper. You must have hid your horror.

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shut up stevie

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Jeez. What's your problem now?
 

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Posted by Uber Trick (Member # 456) on :
 
I like the fact that no one cares that I almost threw myself out on to the motorway on the way home. Heartless fucks. I could be dead now. Then you'd be sorry
 

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Posted by jonesy999 (Member # 5) on :
 
I think I saw you. I was driving back from Manchester on Sunday. Were you wearing lilac knickers?
 

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Posted by MiscellaneousFiles (Member # 60) on :
 

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Originally posted by jonesy999:
I think I saw you. I was driving back from Manchester on Sunday. Were you wearing lilac knickers?

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She was until she opened the door...

ba - dum - tish

I'm going home. Now.
 

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Posted by Uber Trick (Member # 456) on :
 
hello jonesy. No. No, I wasn't. I'm almost scared to reply in case you're planning some great joke on me
 

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Posted by jonesy999 (Member # 5) on :
 
No, unfortunately not. I'm not sure why I said that really. It's true, though, that I was driving back from Manchester this weekend and I did look out for you and Raz, sticking your tongues out at passing truck drivers from the back of a coach. I was just thinking how exciting it would have been to see you swinging from the emergency exit of a National Express coach, skirt billowing in the wind. Then I could turn to my passenger and say, "that’s one of the internet people I was telling you about." The lilac knickers bit just popped into my head when I imagined the scene.

I'm so shit whenever I come back here.

Oh, and hello.

[ 03.08.2004, 12:55: Message edited by: jonesy999 ]
 

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Posted by Uber Trick (Member # 456) on :
 
That's ok, its just that ever since SilverGinger caught out London with the Oxo Tower thing posting hasn't been the same. Raz wouldn't look out the window with me because on the outbound journey I made him look at another coach we were overtaking and said Look, that old lady is dead! and because she was asleep and sort of falling over on the person next to her he found it quite upsetting.
 

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Posted by New Way Of Decay (Member # 106) on :
 
I read that about the emergency exit and thought 'fucking hell John!' but it ended with you actually finding the toilet. When on these journeys, nothing seems as important as managing to find the portaloo unlocked. Don't ever do this again though.

Also, we were ripped off at a Wimpy in Bedslipp as well. It cost three pounds fifty shumthink so that I could provide Ringo with a burger that I shit you not, seemed about two to three milimeters deep. Then they had no salt. Then we filled out a complaint form.
 

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Posted by Astromariner (Member # 446) on :
 
NWOD: when did I turn into a Beaston? This has been a source of some peturbation.
 

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Posted by New Way Of Decay (Member # 106) on :
 
It was when you swore loudly until the girls next door cried.
 

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Posted by Astromariner (Member # 446) on :
 
I didn't mean it! It was accidental swearing. Anyway, it was your fault.
 

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Posted by New Way Of Decay (Member # 106) on :
 
Just because I start a sentence with 'masturbating in my own faeces' does not mean you can upset little girls with filth words like 'penii' and 'toss'

Sorry. I'll be good now. There was no morphing. Astro was lovely. All weekend.

[ 03.08.2004, 13:58: Message edited by: New Way Of Decay ]
 

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Posted by froopyscot (Member # 178) on :
 

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I like the fact that no one cares that I almost threw myself out on to the motorway on the way home. Heartless fucks. I could be dead now. Then you'd be sorry

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I would have run out onto the motorway to save you from your fall. Unfortunately in my unthinkingnness I would run onto the wrong lanes of the highway, getting run down by traffic moving in the opposite direction.

I can't even be heroic in my own fiction today.
 

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Posted by jonesy999 (Member # 5) on :
 


[ 03.08.2004, 14:45: Message edited by: jonesy999 ]
 

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Posted by Lucid (Member # 531) on :
 
Helloo!

Shouts go out to (in no particular order, usual absent minded/unintentional rudeness caveats apply)


Ringo: For his stoic performance, chilled vibe, big shirts, and suggesting the bbq. A cold sausage on its way to you
NWOD: For his Victorian bather style spring board dive and enjoying David Shrigley
Sidney: For her helping hands and support
Uber: for eventually being a good sport and flicking the V's back at me. Ya cock!
Miffy: for talking me through her hair and driving Ringo and NWOD back safely
Astro: for being a excellent 'all rounder' and thoroughly good egg - initiating the whole event, and being 'almost relaxed' in our bouncy chair, apart from the stirrups.
Raz: for being one sharp cookie, and our sort of **** .
Louche: for opening up to me and being a friend.

Props go out to
Dang: brief chat, too short
StevieX: I have a cunning (long term) plan which may interest you/need your help - mail me if you're interested..
Ben, Bamba, VP - nods only, soz, it aint easy being a mother hen.
PIIYPASI - we're here - midweek beers?

and, also lastly, to Disco (via Uber) for passing on her best wishes - you started my love/hate affair with TMO - one day you will meet your stalker! Oh yes.

Thanks again to everyone who gave me food for thought, funny, challenging, interesting times.

As you were...
 

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Posted by Uber Trick (Member # 456) on :
 

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Uber: for eventually being a good sport and flicking the V's back at me. Ya cock!

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Originally posted by Lucid:
Uber: for eventually being a good sport and flicking the V's back at me. Ya cock!

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I'm a delicate flower, you know.

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Dang: brief chat, too short

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That was so true, what you just said.
Profound and filled with perfect insight,
a thought like that could raise the Dead
from what was previously thought
to be a kind of endless night;
a deep, deep sleep of the eternal sort,
chances to wake from which were naught.

It has the potential for crossing cultures
and gently persuading hostile kings;
it could chase away those circling vultures
of famine and warfare, disease and drought
and send enemies running in pointless rings.
Wracked with uncertainty and fresh self-doubt,
they'd make textbook errors and be put to rout.

This could divide united camps
(making politicians tired and teary)
but also light enormous lamps,
and clear more space for open minds
whilst leaving Science far behind
by challenging long established theories
and discrediting archeological finds.

And it's surely back to the drawing board
for the great inventions of the recent past.
You'll be faced with the sight of stampeding hoardes,
released as one from their bonds and chains
to run to your front door, at last,
and crown you (their number one choice) to reign.
Er, what was it you said again?
 

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Posted by Lucid (Member # 531) on :
 
Succinctly put. Hey. I'm sorry you didn't make a lasting impression, but at least you turned up.

I was struck dumb in the presence of greatness.


Edit: I seem to have aquired some battle scars from Saturday night, which is all the more perplexing as I was *relatively* sober all evening. I have a tear shaped scrape of skin which has been removed from my forehead, just below my hair line, a coin sized bruise on my left forearm, and a larger bruise on my left calf. Can anyone account for these?

[ 04.08.2004, 11:13: Message edited by: Lucid ]
 

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Posted by dang65 (Member # 102) on :
 
The pome's for all drunken conversations ever, and I hope we have many more in days to come, and maybe even remember one or two.
 

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Posted by Lucid (Member # 531) on :
 
Hey everyone, Dang's just invited me and Mrs Lucid round to dinner!
Are we having spatchcock or sea-bass, ooh Amarone or Sancerre, ooh, I haven't got a thing to wear, ooh, must book the hairdresser...

yep, indeedy, well, you're near, we're near, it will happen. [on the qt, a north minimeat]

[ 04.08.2004, 11:38: Message edited by: Lucid ]
 

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Posted by Put This In Your Pipe and Smoke It (Member # 84) on :
 
" ... bring me the ashes on a silver plate ... with a glass of cold Sancerre."

Midweek drinking = a sound plan. Louche, Lucid and Memes, get in touch -> shahid@shahidhussain.com ... thursday night?

(Plus anyone else who can get their bottoms the centre of Mcr.)
 

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Posted by Uber Trick (Member # 456) on :
 
Oy! What happened to you on Monday night, Put *this* in your pipe and smoke it
 

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Posted by Put This In Your Pipe and Smoke It (Member # 84) on :
 
You'll never believe this but ... I was working late at the office
 

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Posted by Uber Trick (Member # 456) on :
 
that's what they all say
 

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