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lprovenInfest was, as ever, an absolute hoot.
I was (also as ever) terribly late on Friday, far more so than normal. I also arrived to find that they'd given my pre-booked room in halls to someone else. After 20min of prevarication from the friendly, helpful but rather stressed security guard, I left my bags with him and trotted up to the venue to grab a couple of pints of Saltaire Blonde, bump into an already-somewhat-pissed![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
epistaxsis and bounce around to the last band of the night, Grendel, with miss_wonderly.
In terms of militarily-precise organisation, it all went downhill from there, really. I'm not going to attempt to chronicle events or list all the LJers I met, there were faahsands of 'em. I took my laptop - it is only a wee subnotebook - but never turned it on once.
Suffice to say that the ale was good (until it ran out on Sunday night), the food was good, especially leisurely brunches in the Love Apple., the music was good... oh, hell, it was all good. There were corridor parties until dawn every day, and some guys in D Block of Arkwright Hall had a complete pro sound system set up in one of the kitchens - mixing desk, mahousive speaker set with booming bass drivers, lighting rig, the lot. Got to spend more than a token 2min talking to_whitenoise for once, a significant bonus.
Highlights...
Properly met landlady-stroke-keeper ofmr_flay, rosamicula: "You're Liam Proven. You don't like fat chicks."
Well, this is true. But if I may be forgiven for channeling Albert Steptoe for a moment, I does like 'em with spirit.
And, indeed, in latex with abundant Perv-O-Shine, lovingly applied with great joy byvin_petrol. Quoth she: "Vin, you won't get an erection out of me in something this warm." It wasn't her erection my lookalike (& I) were worried about. But he's a wuss: he wears jockey shorts under his kilt. Pah!
Quoth she further: "Actually, yes, you two are very alike. You're like Vin's older, more debauched brother."
I am older. By about five and a half hours. I have more hair than him though. (Meep).
Best T shirt of the weekend: CYBERDOG SAYS INDIVIDUALITY
Most entertaining band of the weekend: 5F-X. Nemesis the Warlock's Torquemada and a giant green-brown furry slug/turd... thing do incomprehensible stuff with glowing mysterious devices. Cyber GWAR! Wonderful!
Also, I have teh Stompy. A pair of excessive and gratuitous vegan Mad Fish Big Goth Shoes, from Doktor Joy. Another cherry popped!
Also on the sartorial front: the trousers I bought specially for Infest last year are now far too large. Yay!
On the last night, despite Jane's entreaties, I much preferred the very mixed but highly entertaining '80s floor to the pounding pounding techno of the main floor. This led to another entertaining vignette, the newly-shornchilderic and aforementioned Miss Wonderly dancing with a (topless) "Tails", the Infest MC. I thought they had briefly achieved the top rank on the night's temporary goth pecking order, but no, he's yet another old York veteran.
Before that, there was another personal first: Front 242 - the first band I've seen at Infest whose albums I have previously bought, for actual money. (I've lots of downloads and things, but usually after seeing them, except for Covenant and one or two other big names. Their set was fun - what I would normally describe as being a bit up their own arses, as in, not a crowd-pleaser, a "listen-to-us-we-are-still-relevant" set of material that the capacity crowd didn't seem to know well. They still threw a few old classics like "Headhunter" in at the end though. Great fun, if loud to the point of actual physical pain. For the first time in the weekend, I had to run off for earplugs.
Best quote of Sunday night (after the real beer had run out):
Liam: "Pint of snakebite, please."
Barman: "Sorry, we've sold out of black."
I wonder why that could be?
I was (also as ever) terribly late on Friday, far more so than normal. I also arrived to find that they'd given my pre-booked room in halls to someone else. After 20min of prevarication from the friendly, helpful but rather stressed security guard, I left my bags with him and trotted up to the venue to grab a couple of pints of Saltaire Blonde, bump into an already-somewhat-pissed
epistaxsis and bounce around to the last band of the night, Grendel, with miss_wonderly.In terms of militarily-precise organisation, it all went downhill from there, really. I'm not going to attempt to chronicle events or list all the LJers I met, there were faahsands of 'em. I took my laptop - it is only a wee subnotebook - but never turned it on once.
Suffice to say that the ale was good (until it ran out on Sunday night), the food was good, especially leisurely brunches in the Love Apple., the music was good... oh, hell, it was all good. There were corridor parties until dawn every day, and some guys in D Block of Arkwright Hall had a complete pro sound system set up in one of the kitchens - mixing desk, mahousive speaker set with booming bass drivers, lighting rig, the lot. Got to spend more than a token 2min talking to
_whitenoise for once, a significant bonus.Highlights...
Properly met landlady-stroke-keeper of
mr_flay, rosamicula: "You're Liam Proven. You don't like fat chicks." Well, this is true. But if I may be forgiven for channeling Albert Steptoe for a moment, I does like 'em with spirit.
And, indeed, in latex with abundant Perv-O-Shine, lovingly applied with great joy by
vin_petrol. Quoth she: "Vin, you won't get an erection out of me in something this warm." It wasn't her erection my lookalike (& I) were worried about. But he's a wuss: he wears jockey shorts under his kilt. Pah!Quoth she further: "Actually, yes, you two are very alike. You're like Vin's older, more debauched brother."
I am older. By about five and a half hours. I have more hair than him though. (Meep).
Best T shirt of the weekend: CYBERDOG SAYS INDIVIDUALITY
Most entertaining band of the weekend: 5F-X. Nemesis the Warlock's Torquemada and a giant green-brown furry slug/turd... thing do incomprehensible stuff with glowing mysterious devices. Cyber GWAR! Wonderful!
Also, I have teh Stompy. A pair of excessive and gratuitous vegan Mad Fish Big Goth Shoes, from Doktor Joy. Another cherry popped!
Also on the sartorial front: the trousers I bought specially for Infest last year are now far too large. Yay!
On the last night, despite Jane's entreaties, I much preferred the very mixed but highly entertaining '80s floor to the pounding pounding techno of the main floor. This led to another entertaining vignette, the newly-shorn
childeric and aforementioned Miss Wonderly dancing with a (topless) "Tails", the Infest MC. I thought they had briefly achieved the top rank on the night's temporary goth pecking order, but no, he's yet another old York veteran.Before that, there was another personal first: Front 242 - the first band I've seen at Infest whose albums I have previously bought, for actual money. (I've lots of downloads and things, but usually after seeing them, except for Covenant and one or two other big names. Their set was fun - what I would normally describe as being a bit up their own arses, as in, not a crowd-pleaser, a "listen-to-us-we-are-still-relevant" set of material that the capacity crowd didn't seem to know well. They still threw a few old classics like "Headhunter" in at the end though. Great fun, if loud to the point of actual physical pain. For the first time in the weekend, I had to run off for earplugs.
Best quote of Sunday night (after the real beer had run out):
Liam: "Pint of snakebite, please."
Barman: "Sorry, we've sold out of black."
I wonder why that could be?
