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lprovenSo I gave in to the nagging and went back to gothdom, and lo, it was good.
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bohemiancoast and malwen's do for green_amber and catabolism, and very pleasant it was too, also featuring the_gardener and headgardener. Most agreeable.
Saturday I cycled up to Wandsworth Park formarypcb and sbisson's engagement party. A pleasure it was too, even though I was racked by hayfever; seldom-seen faces included an impressively slimline tanais with elinor, plus Lizbet the Wonder Accountant and Dr Paul, and more familiar sights including spride, drpete, mmcpoland, tamaranth, ladymoonray & swisstone. Very civilised.
Went along to TPTMNBM on Saturday to meetmr_flay for his birthday dinner at Maison Touaregue, along with childeric, andyravensable, augeas & mouseboks, plus Ed's old school friend Kate who is, AFAIK, NOLJ. It was all jolly congenial. We all shared a couple of hookahs after the meal, which left us feeling very relaxed and mellow.
Dr Teflon was determinedly trying to drag Ed along to the Slime afterwards, but the charms of The Pub's lovely landlady Charlotte proved a greater attraction. She did allow me to store my bike upstairs to avoid dragging it along to the restaurant, however, which was terribly kind.
So Dr Simon and I set off to Islington, via The Pub to deposit Ed and collect bike. We even found akitty_goth on the Victoria line. On debarking, I discovered to my horror, I had no bag, and thus, no Psion, no MP3 jukebox, no prescription sunglasses and various other expensive toys. I blame the hookahs. Various panic-stricken calls to sundry Victoria Line stations yielded no joy, and nor did calling Ed, who was still in the pub.
So I bought some water and a New Scientist and resigned myself to a long journey home and an expensive replacements-shopping exercise. The staff at Highbury were exceedingly helpful and considerate, but didn't seem too optimistic for its chances. They suggested I take the last northbound to Walthamstow (what, twice in one decade?) in case the bag turned up when the train reached the end of the line, but I observed that this would leave me stranded at the opposite side of London from even if it did, and I could always collect it the following day.
Then, just after the last train departed, Simon phoned to say that Kitty had reappeared and was quite certain I had no bag with me on the train. At this point, Ed also phoned, to say that they'd found the bag after all, but it was too late to go and get it and the pub was closed on Sunday, but it'd be there safely until Monday.
So there I was, stranded in Islington with no easy way home. What to do but Slime? I stashed the bike at Simon's, and withbootpunk too, we strolled down to the Angel.
And very pleasant it was too. I encountered quite a few people I seldom see any more, such as (in approximate order)purplestuart, nils, avalon_bliss, _whitenoise and bluehelen, enjoyed several natters, bopped around a bit and caught some of Nils' 2nd set before I started to flag and it was time to go. Yes, there was StuffTM after a while, but I ignored it and it ignored me and I was startlingly untroubled by it.
I decadently took a cab up to Highbury, reclaimed my bike, rode down to Trafalgar Square - and an N155 promptly appeared. The driver of which then refused me admission with my fully-folded bike. "It's health and safety, innit?" he lied in an irritated manner. My pleas fell on deaf ears.
So I took an N77 to Clapham instead - the drive perfectly happy with the bike - and another to Wimbledon, driver also happy and sanguine, and rode home.
To rise 6h later for NotCon, only to be told byflickgc while still munching my Shredded Wheat that it was sold out and I wouldn't get in. So I slumped brainlessly in front of my latest toy - a beige G3 Mac, kindly donated by autopope and feorag - thanks, guys! - transplanting bits from my old Mac and installing Mac OS X on it. I completely forgot about my alternative plans for visiting Crystal Palace or a return to Putney for pizza and natter, as I was sleep-deprived and vacuous.
Instead, I dragged myself up to Hoxton for the first London gig of my old mate Nic D's band Undying Legacy, which was most entertaining. There was also Living With Eating Disorders, Devilish Presley and Earth Loop Recall, and all were fine. For more, go readbootpunk's LJ. More long-lost mates such as djpsyche and sheridanwilde were there, too.
Not everything according to plan, but a fine weekend nonetheless.
Oh, and apparently, I am amused to find*...
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* I think I have a real one, actually. Well, I used to; don't know if it can still be bothered.
Friday night I spent in Walthamstow at
bohemiancoast and malwen's do for green_amber and catabolism, and very pleasant it was too, also featuring the_gardener and headgardener. Most agreeable.Saturday I cycled up to Wandsworth Park for
marypcb and sbisson's engagement party. A pleasure it was too, even though I was racked by hayfever; seldom-seen faces included an impressively slimline tanais with elinor, plus Lizbet the Wonder Accountant and Dr Paul, and more familiar sights including spride, drpete, mmcpoland, tamaranth, ladymoonray & swisstone. Very civilised.Went along to TPTMNBM on Saturday to meet
mr_flay for his birthday dinner at Maison Touaregue, along with childeric, andyravensable, augeas & mouseboks, plus Ed's old school friend Kate who is, AFAIK, NOLJ. It was all jolly congenial. We all shared a couple of hookahs after the meal, which left us feeling very relaxed and mellow.Dr Teflon was determinedly trying to drag Ed along to the Slime afterwards, but the charms of The Pub's lovely landlady Charlotte proved a greater attraction. She did allow me to store my bike upstairs to avoid dragging it along to the restaurant, however, which was terribly kind.
So Dr Simon and I set off to Islington, via The Pub to deposit Ed and collect bike. We even found a
kitty_goth on the Victoria line. On debarking, I discovered to my horror, I had no bag, and thus, no Psion, no MP3 jukebox, no prescription sunglasses and various other expensive toys. I blame the hookahs. Various panic-stricken calls to sundry Victoria Line stations yielded no joy, and nor did calling Ed, who was still in the pub. So I bought some water and a New Scientist and resigned myself to a long journey home and an expensive replacements-shopping exercise. The staff at Highbury were exceedingly helpful and considerate, but didn't seem too optimistic for its chances. They suggested I take the last northbound to Walthamstow (what, twice in one decade?) in case the bag turned up when the train reached the end of the line, but I observed that this would leave me stranded at the opposite side of London from even if it did, and I could always collect it the following day.
Then, just after the last train departed, Simon phoned to say that Kitty had reappeared and was quite certain I had no bag with me on the train. At this point, Ed also phoned, to say that they'd found the bag after all, but it was too late to go and get it and the pub was closed on Sunday, but it'd be there safely until Monday.
So there I was, stranded in Islington with no easy way home. What to do but Slime? I stashed the bike at Simon's, and with
bootpunk too, we strolled down to the Angel.And very pleasant it was too. I encountered quite a few people I seldom see any more, such as (in approximate order)
purplestuart, nils, avalon_bliss, _whitenoise and bluehelen, enjoyed several natters, bopped around a bit and caught some of Nils' 2nd set before I started to flag and it was time to go. Yes, there was StuffTM after a while, but I ignored it and it ignored me and I was startlingly untroubled by it.I decadently took a cab up to Highbury, reclaimed my bike, rode down to Trafalgar Square - and an N155 promptly appeared. The driver of which then refused me admission with my fully-folded bike. "It's health and safety, innit?" he lied in an irritated manner. My pleas fell on deaf ears.
So I took an N77 to Clapham instead - the drive perfectly happy with the bike - and another to Wimbledon, driver also happy and sanguine, and rode home.
To rise 6h later for NotCon, only to be told by
flickgc while still munching my Shredded Wheat that it was sold out and I wouldn't get in. So I slumped brainlessly in front of my latest toy - a beige G3 Mac, kindly donated by autopope and feorag - thanks, guys! - transplanting bits from my old Mac and installing Mac OS X on it. I completely forgot about my alternative plans for visiting Crystal Palace or a return to Putney for pizza and natter, as I was sleep-deprived and vacuous.Instead, I dragged myself up to Hoxton for the first London gig of my old mate Nic D's band Undying Legacy, which was most entertaining. There was also Living With Eating Disorders, Devilish Presley and Earth Loop Recall, and all were fine. For more, go read
bootpunk's LJ. More long-lost mates such as djpsyche and sheridanwilde were there, too.Not everything according to plan, but a fine weekend nonetheless.
Oh, and apparently, I am amused to find*...
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| zoo_music_girl is stalking you because they have nothing better to do with their time. They are also stalking the rest of your friends list! |
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* I think I have a real one, actually. Well, I used to; don't know if it can still be bothered.
