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lprovenAn unexpectedly busy weekend, given that I was planning to work and spend as little as possible.
On Friday, I cycled up to Waterloo for a birthday drinkie with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lushattic, who was accompanied by the real cardboardnewman. I left them after a couple of refreshing waters to head up to Kentish Town to meet David "armchairanalyst" Ulicsak and his young lady Claire and some friends including pilot_moondog. Then back home again under my own power, including a lap of Regent's Park when I took a wrong turn near Marylebone. Bugger. It's quite hard work, this fitness lark, but Mitcham to Waterloo in 50min and Kentish Town to Mitcham in 1h15m isn't too shabby.
Alas, I no longer own a recumbent - Clara does instead - and I didn't really fancy doing the London to Brighton on a Birdy. It was full up, anyway. So despite a possible crash attechnofairy, I decided to do something else, instead.
So 5h after I got in from Camden, I was up bright and early on Saturday morning - no, really, I was up at 8am - me! - so that the the kind, generous and generally wonderfulnolley could give me a lift up to Nottingham for ZZ9's annual Towel Picnic, which happened in Highfield Gardens, by the lake in the University grounds.
There, I sat on my (naturally all-black) towel and picnicked in the sunshine with my lovelythe_major , Mr & Mrs aeglefinus , redbrown, alexmc, adelheid - and, I was glad to see, dougs, who was surprisingly well, considering. I gave him a hug. If you know me, that's a pretty rare event. My rare hugs are usually taken from me forcibly.
The highlight for me was a trip around Amazozo, a luminarium by Architects of Air. It really was amazingly good. Saying that it was vaguely like wandering around inside a bouncy castle while tripping would be to compare going for a paddle in Blackpool with surfing a big one at Maui. Really remarkable. I shall be spamming Flickr with many photos shortly.
Then off to the pub withdarth_tigger and tregenza, the latter of whom put us up for the night, too. Cheers, Chris. Blatant plug: if you or anyone you know has dyslexia or attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder, go read his dyslexia and ADHD news site.
Then back to London via the long-suffering Nolly to take the utterly screwed Underground to Ilford - three and a half sodding hours - to rebuild and reinstallcoth's PC. That took 'til 4:30am but it's working sweetly now. Remember, kids, friends don't let friends use Windows. Gah.
And tonight, Clara has arrived in London once again, where I bemused her by taking her to her first ever ROUGOL meet. I don't think she made a lot of that. She's still asleep now, in fact.
But she's here - as is this post - to mark the fact that as of this weekend just finished, she and I have been going out for a whole year. It's incredible how fast it has gone, but then, it's been a wonderful year, and you know the proverb. Thank-you for everything, Clara, my darling. I love you!
On Friday, I cycled up to Waterloo for a birthday drinkie with
lushattic, who was accompanied by the real cardboardnewman. I left them after a couple of refreshing waters to head up to Kentish Town to meet David "armchairanalyst" Ulicsak and his young lady Claire and some friends including pilot_moondog. Then back home again under my own power, including a lap of Regent's Park when I took a wrong turn near Marylebone. Bugger. It's quite hard work, this fitness lark, but Mitcham to Waterloo in 50min and Kentish Town to Mitcham in 1h15m isn't too shabby.Alas, I no longer own a recumbent - Clara does instead - and I didn't really fancy doing the London to Brighton on a Birdy. It was full up, anyway. So despite a possible crash at
technofairy, I decided to do something else, instead.So 5h after I got in from Camden, I was up bright and early on Saturday morning - no, really, I was up at 8am - me! - so that the the kind, generous and generally wonderful
nolley could give me a lift up to Nottingham for ZZ9's annual Towel Picnic, which happened in Highfield Gardens, by the lake in the University grounds. There, I sat on my (naturally all-black) towel and picnicked in the sunshine with my lovely
the_major , Mr & Mrs aeglefinus , redbrown, alexmc, adelheid - and, I was glad to see, dougs, who was surprisingly well, considering. I gave him a hug. If you know me, that's a pretty rare event. My rare hugs are usually taken from me forcibly.The highlight for me was a trip around Amazozo, a luminarium by Architects of Air. It really was amazingly good. Saying that it was vaguely like wandering around inside a bouncy castle while tripping would be to compare going for a paddle in Blackpool with surfing a big one at Maui. Really remarkable. I shall be spamming Flickr with many photos shortly.
Then off to the pub with
darth_tigger and tregenza, the latter of whom put us up for the night, too. Cheers, Chris. Blatant plug: if you or anyone you know has dyslexia or attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder, go read his dyslexia and ADHD news site.Then back to London via the long-suffering Nolly to take the utterly screwed Underground to Ilford - three and a half sodding hours - to rebuild and reinstall
coth's PC. That took 'til 4:30am but it's working sweetly now. Remember, kids, friends don't let friends use Windows. Gah.And tonight, Clara has arrived in London once again, where I bemused her by taking her to her first ever ROUGOL meet. I don't think she made a lot of that. She's still asleep now, in fact.
But she's here - as is this post - to mark the fact that as of this weekend just finished, she and I have been going out for a whole year. It's incredible how fast it has gone, but then, it's been a wonderful year, and you know the proverb. Thank-you for everything, Clara, my darling. I love you!
