If the Dopefest is going to be moving around I’ll have to find some way of staying in contact so I can find you lot when I finish work.
Who wants my mobile No then - actually a trade would be useful so I can call once I get to Chandos and find that you’ve all pissed off.
Email me, and you can have mine.
Hello again, all. I’m late to the thread again (as per bloody usual), so here’s what i’ve managed to glean so far:
And that’s about it. Have I got it right? If so, how do I get to Chandos, and has anyone decided where we’re going after that and when? Will Paulberserker and Garius be there?
And did someone say something about rugelach? (mmmmmm…ruuuugelach!)
Am pleased to hear I made such an impression 
If he comes, can we all go back to yours and play games on your wall?
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That’s pretty much all that’s been decided, actually. At some point, some of us will have to go off and get food - including me as I’ll have spent 7 hours on a bus; Paul’s definately going and I think Garius is; and I can’t help you with directions as I’m insisting on an escort from Charing Cross myself, lest I get lost and have to live off my wits.
What is rugelach, anyway?
Nearest tube is Charing Cross.
Rugelach are crescent-shaped cookies, generally filled with some combination of jam, walnuts, raisins, chocolate, and/or cinnamon. They are Ashkenazi Jewish soul food. (Look at my photo links above.) I baked some and brought them over in November, but alas, this time I am stuck in Chicago. So if you want any this time around, you will have to either a) beg **Angua, ** or b) do any necessary metric conversions and give it a shot yourself. Be forewarned, though, that they are highly addictive and can clog arteries at 50 paces.
I am open to being bribed by any means. 
The very idea of me baking anything is laughable in the extreme, but Angua , I’m prepared to swap you some Cornish clotted cream fudge for anything nice you may care to bake us.
You still need a Pirate escort from Embankment to the Pub, Jenny? ring the pirate phone when you get there on satday if so.
Ooohhh… Fudge…
I am so glad alcohol lowers my blood sugar levels.
I fear so, noble sir, or my fragile feminine brain may frazzle from the stress of having to read a map.
I’m not being sarcastic, I really CAN’T read maps. But if it’s gonna be a hassle for you I’ll try to make my own way there. Hate to have to tear the paul away from his beer for no good reason.
Its a five minute walk from the pub, so its no bother. plus, plenty of time for beer on a more or less 12 hour sesh. 
Planning on swiping the fudge before she even makes it to the pub, are you?
By the way, this may be of special interest to paulberserker, but the other Brit Dopers (especially the more anal-retentive grammarians among you) may enjoy *Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation, * by Lynne Truss. My friend in Kent finally sent me the copy I ordered, and it’s hilarious! I was laughing out loud to the point that several people on the train this morning surely thought I’d forgotten my medication. One even asked what I was reading, but it’s not available here yet, so Nyah! I’m special!
I’ve been contemplating buying that for a while now, but everytime I go into a bookshop, my attention gets diverted, and I buy other books instead…
Weird, I nearly bought that the other day too, but got similarly diverted. Think I’ll get it for my ridiculously long bus journey on Saturday.
oh, great, i’m getting swipes at me for grammar now. cheers eva!
I’m just as god made me sir
That’s God with a capital “g”, Paul.
I notice you’re not denying your intentions regarding the fudge, however.
(Hmmmm, now that I think about it, what exactly is the purpose of the apostrophe after Tir’s name in the thread title?)
your god perhaps, but mine’s strictly lower case. but upper crust.
besides I can’t read, I just look at the purty picatures, so a book on granma would be of little consequence.