I saw on the news that some guy got attacked by wild boars on a train out of London. Maybe it was him. I dunno…
And later I realised that the friend in london I would have been most likely to borrow a floor from was in fact in cambridge that night, so it was even better luck…
Yes, she was looking rather fetching, even if I did have to pull her trousers up 
I have no idea. 
SciFiSam, you could have stayed at my place - I’d offered a bedroom to Angua early on in this thread.
And Angua, the food was goood
Disappointment of the night: Tir’s not ticklish.
That’s what I get for not reading the threads properly!!
Thank you very much.
Garius is holding the rest of the cookies to ransom. Bribe him if you want more.
Referring to my reference books, I find:
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there are only four verses to “O Little Town of Bethlehem”.
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fruit salad flavour chews are, indeed, authentically Mongolian. The Mongols used to chew them a bit, and then, when they were nice and sticky, attach them to their fingers. This gave them enough adhesion to climb the Great Wall of China bare-handed; once they were up, they would overwhelm the defenders and feed them authentic Mongolian salmon and cod until they gave in.
Things I learned at LonDope:
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Eva Luna and Angua are twins separated at birth. Admittedly, separated at birth by several years, by some thousands of miles, and by having different parents, but still twins.
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if you have a professional magician with a talent for eye-catching effects, and a 4’10" woman, the 4’10" woman will attract the attention of a waiter first, if her name is Francesca.
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it is important to cover the ears of impressionable children, and remove all breakable objects within, say, a one-mile radius, before discussing controversial topics like My Little Pony with paulberserker.
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when Thames Trains say something is the slow train to London, they ain’t kidding.
As for me, I had a luvverly time at dinner, down at the more sedate end of the table, and a pleasant enough time in the pub as well. Many, many thanks for the baked goods and the displays of cleavage made in an attempt to influence the outcome of the quiz. Cookies and cleavage – what more could a man want?
However, I think I can safely say that we can all do without a Gyraquiz for the next few get-togethers. Yes, it’s my own damn fault it ran so long (for which I heartily apologize) but regardless, they monopolize the evening and I end up not speaking to anyone for more than a couple of minutes. Next time around, someone else can provide the entertainment.
Speaking of which, a certain female Doper who threatened violence at the mention of karaoke was herself heard to sing briefly whilst in the pub (and very tunefully, I might add). I’m voting for a karaoke evening next time. Could be very entertaining indeed.
Speaking of which, do we know if he got home in one piece? He was a tad… exuberant…when I last saw him.
Well I’m awfully sad I missed it. We had a mini-Dub dope in your honour (curly chick, Aro, yojimbo and me reprezENTin’ the SDMB). I demand piccies toute suite. Annotated too please.
And another thing: why do astrophysicists go all peculiar when you point out the dirty bits in their theses?
(All that stuff about “hot jets” … I mean, come on … )
Karaoke?
FUCKING YES.
I remember serenading Frannie with a rendition of “My Rose has Left Me” by Mulligan and O’Hare, but I couldn’t tell how well it was recieved.
and you are all top class individuals. Even Paulbeserker, who knows way more about “My Little Pony” porn than I could have imagined. and songs with the word “boy” in the title.
Considering the subject of our journeys back has come up it is worth noting that before escaping from the underground system I had the good fortune to enounter the Pink Panther, the songs of The Sound Of Music(performed by an uncertain number of overexuberant teenage girls) and a bloke attempting to surreptisiously(?? its 1am - don’t argue) deal cans of beer , has Camden decided to lose all pretensions of being in any way rough in the wee hours, where are the hard drugs Damn it??
Perhaps hard drugs cause overexuberant Sound of Music renditions? Can you think of a better explanation? 
I was thinking about this - a quiz could be ok, but perhaps we should change the format. Perhaps quiz sheets to be handed round and argued over during the evening. Or something shorter and more participative (but not karioke). I don’t know.
I did? Oh, yeah, I did. And it was tuneful? Blimey. What was I singing?
What dirty bits in my paper? Hot gas, decolimating jets, and hot bumps. The jets are probably hot as well.
Sorry I left a little early. I’d kind of run out of all enthusiasm. Anyone who was at the afternoon session, please can you assure the others that I’m not always a miserable humourless cow? Ta.
Anyway, thinking back to when I was having a jolly time, wasn’t it peculiar that when Tir (who gets more beautiful every time I see her) and I decided to ice a cookie each, we both wrote exactly the same thing on the cookie.
ARSE
But then, what is the first word that comes into mind when you’re icing a cookie? It’s ARSE, isn’t it? Then you can move on to TWAT and KNOB and WANK, but ARSE will be the first cookie iced.
Karaoke would be bonzer.
And when I got home I found out that the final score in the Leicester/Portsmouth game was 2-0 to us so that cheered me up enormously.
I didin’t have a hangover to speak of, which was nice.
[blatant hijack]
Fuckwit who’s put my brother in hospital is due in court a week today. I shall keep you updated as to whether “the boys” need to be sent round…[/bh]
Oh, and garius, you can publish the paper under your own name if you can understand it.
Phew! What with backrubs, mine pies, special birthday cookies and the aforementioned cleavage, I had an absolutely brilliant time! Thanks to all for being your lovely selves.
And while my cookie started out as an innocent birthday treat, it was soon vandalised amid much giggling and turned into a sugary gallery of boobs and genitalia - I had to munch it quickly to destroy the incriminating evidence.
My evening was almost (but not quite) ruined by the fact that I got clamped, but £115 and two hours of waiting later, I was a free (albeit disgruntled) man.
Karaoke sounds brilliant for a laugh, and it will give Gyrate the chance to participate in the festivities, rather than suffer pony-related abuse all night. Thanks for a great quiz, and thanks to Ianzin for all the effort in putting the evening together. He’s a scarily intelligent guy, but as anyone who’s ever herded cats will tell you, getting Dopers to do anything together is an impressive feat. Where can I find details of your book?
Brilliant to meet you Eva, thanks again for your card and for the excellent rugelach!
Quote of the day from Tir: “Oooh, look at your lovely nob!”
And I’m looking forward to the pictures…
I know, lets all blatantly ignore the thread i set up to keep this one from running another 21 pages.
For the record paulberserker has started a “LonDope Aftermath” thread. We should probably start filling that up and officially declare this one dead.